Its been a long time since the fire, which you werent even here to see, drove Windclan from camp and home but still the effects linger. Grass has grown back but especially on a foggy day like today ash paints the area more gray then it should be.

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More gray then how this place was in your memories... Your paws habitually lead you back to the camp you were born in like you never left, but when you arrive you find not a home, but a shell.