Phoenix Maplewood Getting back into the swing of things

@Soleon merc thread!

His home was destroyed, destroyed by the vengeful foxhearts that dared call themselves a clan. The broken warrior had no choice but to flee as everything he built up and knew was completely coated with spilled Windclan blood. He should have stayed, he would rather die for something than live for nothing but both his parents and mentor insisted that he be the one to flee. The golden boy scoffed to himself as he found himself in a new territory full of new scents and he wasn't up for it at all. Why did it have to be this way? If he had just stayed then perhaps the clans would have had more of a fighting chance but no. No. He had to go and not only dishonor his clan, but dishonor himself.

The lean but muscular Goldenwind had to keep his head up high and carry on the legacy of Windclan for he felt that he was the sole carrier of Windclan and should be his responsibility to honor their name. The lean but muscular male positioned himself near a tree and smoothly transitioned to a sitting position as if his limbs were powered by hydraulics. There was a reason for his name, Gold like the sun by swift as the wind itself, the son of the wind as he liked to jest to himself. Perhaps others had escaped from the different clans as well, maybe they ended up here? Curses he swore in his mind for he felt that spitting it out of his mouth would do him no good. But as he was letting himself get soaked into the ground he wondered if there was a reason that they fell, no not because of Skyclan, but a different one.

Was there fault in the very code and beliefs that he was so dedicated to following for it was drilled into his head at birth? Maybe he should tweak his line of thinking, maybe it was time to have a different outlook. But that would be a story for another day.