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    The moon is high, the newfound loner is traversing the woods of shadow clan at a extremely high speed, luckily he was born with a dark pelt, to make himself look but a shadow in this land.
    As the new loner rushed past the darkened brush of shadow clan, Nairda only knew two things. One, the past will always haunt you. Two, that past belongs in the clan in the desert, Bloodclan. He must get back to blood clan even if his legs give out underneath him he will keep running, running... Back to Acantha. Please, please be taking a stroll around the camp, even if it's this late in the night. Nairda gains momentum, so much so that if he mis-steps and falls it will stagger him greatly. Gotta keep running, Must keep running.

    [size=7pt]// Adrian?!


    The long legged serval queen moved carefully through the sand swept territory, keeping her second eye-lids closed in order to prevent the winds from disturbing her eyes. Despite the moonlight up high, the female could see beautifully. What was that scent? It seemed familiar somehow, from her childhood perhaps? The twelve month old female flicked her ears and snorted lightly. She spied someone in the distance and cocked her head.

    As Nairda traversed rapidly through the desert sands to the camp he once called home, the raging sandstorm buffered his pelt, even so it did not stop him, but alas he was slightly blinded for he mistakenly kept his eyes open because of his adrenaline rush, but he can see a figure in the distance, friend or foe, he did not know, as Nairda got closer to the figure he had his claws ready, for intimidation or for blood he won't be stopped until he reached her, but what did stop him ironic enough was that his claws dug too deep into the sands and he stumbled, succumbing to his weight and speed he fell and felt a crack, he did not know if it was a bone or a stick either way he was staggered greatly and had trouble getting back up.

    [size=7pt]The spotted serval hissed as the stranger rushed towards her, her back arched and she snarled low. "Who are you? What're you doing on BloodClan territory?" Acantha Darling growled, her claws in the sand as she approached the male calmly.


    // ADRAIN!? Is that really you?!