Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160207214233/@comment-27038405-20160215182732

Flame darted towards BlogClan territory, remembering them to be at least a little kinder than the Syndicate. Then again, the Syndicate had seemed kind too. How wring she'd been. It was only one cat that had been so awful, to exile her because of where she had come from. The little she-cat gazed into a pool at the wound she'd received, frowning. It was a jagged cut that ran just above her eye, across her muzzle and to her other cheek. She flinched away and continued walking, before flopping down in the fork of a tree root.

She'd miss The Dusk Syndicate. Ambrosia, Tempest, Evergreen, everyone. And Torrance. He'd only been her mentor for a short amount of time, but he was kind. She wouldn't, however, miss the power-hungry appetite some of the heirs had. Flame sighed softly, too tired to move anymore. Perhaps she never did belong in the Syndicate, just like she hadn't belonged in the Tribe. Laying her head down, she began to sleep.