❝ roots uprooted ❞ a parting of a pirate

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The sun was breaking across the horizon, illuminating the dunes laid out before him. It was beautiful, an awakening. A slib. The chocolate furred warrior meandered through the sand, his stripes were like hadi, flashing in and out of his own shadow and back into the light as he walked. His namesake. His roots. Too bad he’d be leaving it all behind. He wasn’t particularly upset with that fact. RiverClan had long since quit being his home, his domov. Not since his dvojče sestra, Květoslavakpaw died. His other half, ripped away from him. Whisked away to a place he could not follow. Tangerinepaw. His dcera. Gone as well. So, yeah, he wasn’t exactly saddened to be leaving. The only part of this that hurt was leaving his little sunshine behind. Clementinesprout. He loved her more than anything. She was everything to him now. But he couldn’t stay. He couldn’t help her through the grief of losing Tanny. He didn’t know how. No one had helped him through losing Kve, and those emotions stuck with him to this day. Yes, he loved Clemmie. Like any otec would. But he wouldn’t be able to be there for her, no matter how much he loved her. He couldn’t stick around and sugarcoat these terrible feelings he held in his heart. The sun was higher now. He was getting closer to the edge of the territory, to the sea. His heavy heart began to lift. Yes, he’d be leaving behind everything he’d ever known. Everyone he’d ever loved. But that was the thing about adventure, you always had to leave something behind. He’d leave behind Clem, yes, but she’d never be happy with following him on his adventures. As the sun bounced off of the waves, and he crested another dune, Vykořenitcalamity saw it. A small ship, docked on the sand, its sails flapping in the breeze. He’d always been a pirate. Perhaps a vessel of his own would suit him better than the sand. Vykořenitcalamity couldn’t help but look back from his perch on the back of the ship’s deck, his bright shamrock eyes looking back at his home one last time as the ship cut through the water. He supposed the Clan would have noticed his absence by now. He never told anyone what he planned to do or where to find him. Truthfully, he didn’t know himself. But that was the thrill of it. He had left everything he once had in his nest, to Clementinesprout. His yellow seaglass earring would be lying in his nest yet. But his treasure trove in a small cave in the Peak of the Songbird would be lying in wait for her. Only she knew of it, and that thought put a smile on his face. “Goodbye, Clemmie. Kéž najdeš odvahu zesílit beze mě. Vím, že můžeš. Miluji tě, moje malá klementino.”