[poppy]

Originally Posted by LongForgottenSnowyPelt

A figure could be seen in the distance, and it was a large one. That was Yin. His sister had died and now he was mad to the point he was seething.

It didn't take long for Briarpaw to spot a large cat who didn't belong in her home. The large, scarred tabby stalked over, eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you and why are you here?" She snapped, emerald eyes unfriendly. This guy looked pissed, but the ginger molly was equally pissed that he thought he could come in here like he owned the joint.

(assuming this is before yin's death)