Home.

Or a former home? The feline wasn't sure what to call it, especially since he'd been within The Pitt for a lot longer now. Even so, this is where he was born. Where he mother lived. As he approached the border, his heart sunk into his chest and he let out a ragged sigh. The pain in his ribs radiated through his body, causing his rump to immediately drop to the floor to settle on the border. If he was as rousy as he used to be, Atticus would have crossed the border by now, but he truly couldn't walk further and respected his former clan's laws. Sitting patiently, his bright gaze surveyed the territory. To him, it didn't seem like much changed, but the environment was a lot quieter than usual. His head craned, curiously eyeing the horizon.

After a few minutes in pain, no one had caught his scent. His paws shifted impatiently. Pain caused him to let out a desperate huff. "Hello?" he called out. "I was wondering if I could stay for a bit and see my mother, Moth. My name is Atticus Roux." Someone had to come eventually, right?