[Hexict]

Originally Posted by Stormpelt

@Hexict



Timber found herself in a border she slightly remembers. Well it is what she thinks she remembers. She doesn't remember much of her past life and she is still the same as always. Well except for her personality and appearance which had change. Her pelt became slightly darker and her eyes became a little darker as well. Her pupils dilated as she sniffed the air which had many wonderful smells. Her personality has also changed as well. She wasn't the shy, quiet skittish tinny kitten that she remembered. She was actually a lot more brake tough her shyness still stayed. Even a little attitude here and there. Even her pelt became more thick and long which hid her slightly thin body underneath. She was very healthy and her fur shined when the sun hits it.

As the sun climbed the high and high in the sky, an apprentice made his way through the territory. His mottled ginger and black pelt seemed to go well with the fallen leaves and shades casted by the trees - although soon he would be sticking out against the snow. His large build made him look as though he were an experienced apprentice about to earn their warrior name, while in reality he was moons from that age. He puffed out his pelt as he padded along, remembering how he loved to escape camp and explore when he was a kit. A familiar pang stabbed him as the memory brought up Timberkit - his lost friend. He sighed and shook his head as he continued forward, trying not to think about the things that could have happened to her, the things that prevented her from already making it back to the clans. "Focus," he breathed. "Think about seeing to the borders right now...."

Reaching the border on his self-designated border patrol, he stiffened when he smelled another cat not far from where he was. Orchidpaw crouched down and headed towards the cent, hoping that it wasn't a cat from the other clans trying to drag Thunderclan into the rising tensions. But as he neared them, the calico realized that the scent was faintly that of Thunderclan, but also mixed with others that he would assume was from non-clan occupied territories. Hoped surged in his heart as he remembered Timberkit and wondered if she had finally returned to Thunderclan. He leaped to his paws and sprinted in the direction of the cat. Orchidpaw stopped short when he bursted from the bushes and found the familiar molly. He was frozen in place. Though he had hoped for it, he wasn't really expecting to find her. Heterochromatic orbs watched his best friend in shock. "T-Timberkit?" He mewed hopefully.