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Leafpaw’s sure ThunderClan is her home. Yet sometimes it doesn't feel that way.
She loves her sister, Squirrelflight, and her dad, and her mom.
Her mentors nice too. She enjoys learning herbs, and enjoys Cinderpelt’s understanding and stern personality.
It doesn't click though.
Often she finds herself gazing into the deep waters below, admiring the twirling and sometimes violent nature of the river.
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Leafpaw knows ThunderClan is her home, yet as they are jostled about with the monsters overcoming it- she can't find it in her to feel the loss.
Her sister vanishes, and her heart aches. She can't find herself to focus on her work, and Cinderpelt let her off of training for a few days.
She feels her tethers to ThunderClan lessen.
When she's taken by the Twolegs, somehow that feels more homely than ThunderClan. Cody was nice, and fun to teach.
It still doesn't feel right though.
The wind is peaceful, calming.
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Leafpaw is a part of ThunderClan. Even as they travel, and lose a few cats.
Even in the hardship of lost land.
The cliffs of the mountain call to her, in a way. The breeze almost whispers her name. She's ThunderClan.
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Leafpool lives in ThunderClan. It's where she was born, where she tends to herbs.
She feels herself yearn before she remembers this.
The wind feels nice on her pelt, and Crowfeather is like the cool morning breeze.
She lives in ThunderClan.
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Leafpool's stuck in ThunderClan. It's where her duty belongs, but her heart remains elsewhere.
She feels deep pain in her heart over watching her kits grow up without her.
One time Jaypaw called her mom as a joke. It only made her feel more trapped despite the warmth of joy she felt.
She's sorry for the role he's been shoved into, and she's sorry for herself as well.
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Leafpool wishes for something other than ThunderClan. It's her home, where she was born, where her kits were born, where she was shunned and shot in the heart.
She's mad at herself for not preventing her kit's pain, mad at herself for letting this happen.
She no longer has a tether of her soul connected to ThunderClan. It's where she lives, and where she dies.
The sun rises, unaware of the blooming white heather.
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Leafpool's sure ThunderClan isn't her home. It was cold, empty, and had never been her true home.
It wasn't the breeze that called to her. It was the waters that rippled under their weight.
For the first time, the sun felt like true warmth, as she found the pelt of Mothwing.
The pink cherry blossoms surrounding the river that heated under the sun.
Picking a daffodil, she weaved it into Mothwing fur, never feeling so sure of her home.
Leafpool's sure RiverClan is her home.