Everything you [Should Have] Been (Lunar!)

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Lights

will guide
                            you

It had been early morning when his paws had crossed back into the territory he had once grown so familiar with, and he was fascinated to find nothing at all had changed. but he knew it would all be different. He had passed through the mountains as the sun crawled into the sky, at one time able to see the glint of a faceted sea on the horizon. It was where he was, inevitably, headed. He took his time, traveling, an anxiety in his blood making it difficult for him to continue forward. Or, backward, as he saw it.

He was not one for returning. All his life, when he left a place... he left it for good. He housed them tenderly in his memory--the paths he walked, the skies he saw, the faces he met--but now here he was, again, treading over an earth he knew. A land he recognized. It all came with a strange disconnect: he was not accustomed to such a feeling of familiarity.

How many seasons had passed, since he'd last seen this landscape?

And yet... he knew it as though he had been here only yesterday.

By Sunhigh, the tom had reached the small pond where so many cats would gather each moon, to speak of business and socialize. He paused in this field, inhaling deeply and letting his faded olive eyes flutter closed. Images swirled in the darkness behind his eyelids, cats swarming each other, a chattering of voices rising toward the stars...

He blinked his eyes open, and the memories faded. He smiled, and continued on his way.

As the lithe tabby continued on to his destination, he considered what his returning implied for him. He had come back. Never had he ever come back to a place. He'd left his sister, his only remaining family, behind all those moons ago... and he had not gone back to her. He had left behind kits he'd helped raised, as close to being a father as he had ever come... and he had not gone back to them. Places and cats he loved... he did not go back to them.

but She, it seemed, was different.

The brief time--hardly the span of an afternoon and a night--they'd spent together had been so... full. It was not so simple to say that he had fallen in love with Her. "Love" was not what had happened on that island, beneath those stars, beside that sea. It was... a togetherness. It was completion. He'd found a part of himself he had never known he'd been missing, been needing.

Been looking for his entire life.

And he'd left Her behind.

but he couldn't do it, anymore--he couldn't keep living as one half to a whole, knowing each and every day that She had been meant to go with him. That he had so deftly left Her, knowing, deep down, that even She knew it wasn't her place to stay.

It was late afternoon when his paws felt the warm sands for the first time in moons. He breathed in the salty air, his eyes pinpointing the island not far from shore. Their island. but he walked on, and did not stop to visit. He had places to go.

He had someone to find.

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ooc:// ℓυиαя <3 You expressed some interest in meeting him a while back, so... here he is =) Ramble was always the one cat I could depend on to reinspire myself, so... after just over a real-life year, he is a'coming back. He's probably just over 40 moons, now.
And I... I need someone to deliver some terrible news (which I will explain to you as it comes up)... c:<  I was thinking Vineheart, because, you know, it's fun to mess with her, but Thornfrost is fine, too! Or both. Or nobody... and I will sit here all alone 8[

Miss you <3