good morning, sunclan | vinedapple's return

── x Vinedapple had disappeared, simple as that.

Vanished without a trace– he'd gone not simply to fetch herbs, but also for a weird secret mission of his, those that were natural, but not widely known of xem. And xe hadn't returned, simple as that.

The last of xeir tracks skirted the twolegplace, drawing odd routes through their gardens, leaving holes –not those made for making dirt, but rather in a certain quantity, position and depth– dug into them. From there, xeir scent mixed with plants and twolegstuff, and couldnt be tracked further.

Panic was avoided– it was Vinedapple, after all. Xe'd get lost, for a day or two even, and return casually, curious herbs in mouth and mumbling of his new 'botanic breakthrough.'

But Vinedapple hadn't returned. In days, a quarter moon, a half.. who knows how long?

Long enough, that xeir successor was promoted by the gods themselves..

But Vinedapple's invincible. That, the gods themselves couldn't have possibly guessed, he dared to think, whether they had choice in his capture or rescue or not.

That old snarky cat had certain friends, on the other side.

A slightly different, but still familiar, strong scent came into camp 

Rain and herbs, spices and twoleg, age and the fierce favor of the stars, or a will as strong as the bitter taste of the herb mixtures xe'd memorized, come up with, and taught.

Before any cat standing guard spoke, a rust-red and sandy-cream cat, with uneven tufts of fur, with xeir scars and chocolate-black patches, with the dappled fur and kinked tail, the olive eyes, and now, a matching green collar, this cat made xeir way through the entrance of camp, as if back from the most casual walk through the plains, huge paws steady in their steps, the yawning, rising sun behind.

"G'morning, SunClan."