[Mauve]

@Suspiciousmindz

As the wind buffeted her long fur, causing it to fluffy up in defense, Heatherfur let a soft sigh slip from her lips as she turned to head back. There was no use in lingering by the ThunderClan border in the off chance a patrol should come by and get their hackles raised by a single WindClan warrior. Despite her not being that threatening by herself, ThunderClanners held pride for their Clan extremely high, and she wasn't about to unbalance the already high tension. Besides, the chances of Mintberry actually coming this close to the former home she now despised were slim to none.

The brown and beige she-cat had taken a few pawsteps away from the border across the moorland before it hit her. A familiar scent that only graced her with its presence during the peaceful Gatherings. Her heart beat against her chest like a drum. It can't be... Heatherfur thought to herself, shaking her head and squeezing her eyes tightly shut, as if to block out the scent. Although she was already in the mindset to collect her prey and head back to camp, she knew she couldn't let the chance pass her by. Against her better judgement, Heatherfur turned, gazing out once more into the ominous trees.

She padded carefully along, respecting the border by staying a tail length away. As she parted her jaws and allowed the surrounding scents to fill her senses, the target scent became stronger, and stronger still, until finally from a distance, Heathertail was able to locate the source. "M-Mintberry?" she called, almost cautiously as if at any moment, this could be a dream and the feline in front of her would vanish in a display of smoke and flames, as she had so often in her dreams. But not even the thought of that could keep her from coming closer, right to the edge of the border, her eyes longing to run full force at her sister. Their blue depths danced with a mixture of sadness and joy as she gazed at the ThunderClan warrior, seeing her for the first time outside a Gathering setting.