[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px][justify]Soft footfalls fell like feathers under the morning sky, clear and beautiful. The silver tabby's whiskers twitched in anticipation. WindClan. Hm, the word sounded familiar on her tongue. Foggy memories were all that was left in the young female's cloudy mind.
Maybe she had lived here once? Ah, the only thing she could remember was the roar of rushing water and a shocking pain in her head. The dull throb was still there, but it was fading. Orchardpaw was her name, she could remember that - too. Everything else was a disappointing blur. The more the quiet she-cat reached into her mind, the farther the memories escaped.
Frustrated but still calm, the girlie padded to the border and spoke. "Hello? My name is Orchardpaw... Is this WindClan?"