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    Rose had traveled this way. He smelled her on the breeze now, but her scent was growing faint. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, wrenching it painfully as if he was being gutted. His leg hurt too, the primary reason he couldn’t hunt. That fox had gotten him pretty good and the limp prevented him from snatching any prey. Here on the moors, the rabbits were too fast for him anyway.


    Rowan had long escaped the comforts of the forest and had entered the moors in search of his sister. He didn’t want to lose her as he had those two siblings of his long ago. He shook the thought from his mind and kept moving, eyes narrowing into slits as he snaked through the long, rustling grass on heavy paws.


    Today was a warm day and the sun beat down on Rowan’s handsome chocolate tabby fur, causing the striking rich ginger colors to stand out where it usually looked brown. A breeze rustled his fur, sending its medium-length ruffling in the breeze. As he stood there, trying to decide which direction to go, he looked like a proper WindClan tom, just a little more bulky than the rest. Little did he know, that’s exactly what he would become soon enough. Pushing on with his crippled leg in tow, he caught Rose’s scent on the breeze again and continued to follow, emerald eyes narrowing in concentration.


    Suddenly, her scent was lost with many others. Rowan had reached a border of some sort, mingling the scents of many cats. His eyes widened. The Clans! He had never seen a Clan cat before, but he had heard of them. Had they taken Rose? Had they killed her? As he anticipated his next move, he saw the long grass rustle before him. Someone was there.

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    "Um... h-hello?" The apprentice squeaks as she approaches the feline who stood at the border, what was them getting so many cats here recently...? They had all proven to be friendly, so she automatically assumed this one would be as well. The first thing Minkpaw managed to notice was the tom's leg which made her grow sympathetic for him. That must of hurt! "Um... t-this this is W-WindClan territory. D-Do you need s-s-something?"

    ivynose had seen minkpaw with someone, the unfamiliar scent on the wind making the warrior curious as he headed over to where minkpaw and the strange cat were standing. emerald green eyes locked onto the tom's mangled leg, ivynose having to wince just at the sight. he vaguely wondered what'd happened to the loner and why he'd wandered into windclan's territory, though minkpaw seemed to have already asked that question. because there wasn't any reason for him to say anything, ivynose remained silent, giving the loner a slightly worried look; his wounded leg looked pretty bad, enough for a fair bit of concern.

    Windclan territory. So this was one of the fabled Clans Rowan had heard about his whole life. A gorgeously plumed tail flicked behind the tom as his eyes latched on to the younger feline. They were pulled away in an instant as an older tom approached, in which bright green eyes locked onto him instead. “My name is Rowan,” he said, shifting his weight off of his injured leg with a grimace. “I’m looking for my sister, Rose. Her scent leads this way,” he said.

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    TAGS ☆彡rose? sister? how many other siblings did he supposedly have, but didn't know about? his ears would flicker briefly backwards, but he'd remain neutral looking as he sauntered over to his mate's side, giving rowan a calm blink of evergreen eyes. rose is here. she's decided to join windclan, as a member. maybe that's something that will interest you? the blue tabby would speak quietly, sizing up the male hesitantly. he spoke nothing of siblings, of possibly being related. if anything, he wanted to push that as far away from him as possible, at the moment.

    Eyes of evergreen that easily matched Morningstar's before him fell on his lost brother. A look of recognition passed over Rowan's face, his jaw slackening as he stared at the form of a tom whom he never thought he would see again. He faintly remembered his lost brother and sister. The tom was a blue tabby like this one, and the sister had beautifully mottled fur much like Rose. Though Rowan was positive there were plenty of blue tabbies and tortoiseshells in the world, he noted the similarities that he, Rose, and this tom possessed. Similar faces, and the two toms who stood before each other shared the same hued eyes. Could it be...?


    It's highly unlikely, the logical side of Rowan told himself, but the other part of him argued for hope, argued that he could maybe have his family back one day. Perhaps Rose had joined for the same reason, in hopes that Morningstar was their brother. "Well, if she's here, then so am I. We're a family, we stick together," Rowan said after a long moment. "Besides... something about you... you look familiar."


    The tom suddenly seemed reminded yet again of his wounded leg. He shifted out of discomfort and grimaced at the pain that shot up his leg and through his entire body. The leg was badly mangled, bleeding, infected. The wound was far beyond his basic medical knowledge. It needed to be looked after by a trained professional. "You don't happen to have some sort of healer, do you? I was attacked by a fox near the farms," he said, his eyes glazed over in pain.

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    She'd already taken to exploration, figuring life would be easiest if she knew her way around. The hunger had lessened somewhat, having the benefit of spring to provide more meals, but it never waned entirely. Maybe that was the other reason Rose couldn't help running out to the moor: the wind was such a comforting distraction from the pains of illness. But of all the scents the wind carried her way, she had not expected one to be of a brother. The long lost one was surprising enough, but somehow the more recently lost was even more unexpected - probably because it was glazed with the scent of injury.


    Rose ran, not caring about the uncomfortable heat the exercise brought. Several feelings passed through her as she saw the scene at the border, each one possessing her expression for a moment before she finally settled on something between relief and anger. "Rowan," she half hissed, kneeling beside her brother. "How are you- Why- You got attacked by a fox? You mousebrain!" Part of her wanted to cuff her brother over the ear along with her scolding, and part of her just wanted to hunt down and eat the fox that hurt him. Anger shot through her heart at the thought of Rowan being in trouble, the thought of him needing her. He was nearly dying and she was. . . Lost. Like a kit. Pathetic.


    Her face remained hard but the pained relief and worry clouded her eyes. "Nevermind, don't even answer until we have you patched up. There's- I'm sure there's herbs around here." Rose found herself desperately writhing through the information she had on what few medicinal plants she'd discovered during her lost journey. What could help Rowan? She rounded on Morningstar, eyes narrowed and steely. "He's staying so he gets to be treated, right? Where do you keep healing items?"

    TAGS ☆彡the tabby hated the way the other's eyes flashed in recognition. without even saying anything on their possible familial connection, rowan had went, and figured it out himself. he hated it, and the way his fur would slightly raise, uncomfortably, gave him away. but, he'd give the other tom-cat a flat half-smile, evergreen eyes showing brief pain, before falling politely blank. i heard that from rose.


    as if just noticing the other's wound, his gaze would travel to it quietly. at rowan's question, he'd slightly grimace. although we don't have a fully trained professional, we have hawkpaw. slight pride entered his voice, as it usually tended to do when he talked about his adopted son. not that now was the time to bring out bragging rights or anything of that sort, but his son had seriously held his own for so long that it was admirable.


    to rose, he'd snort softly, unable to help the way his evergreen eyes rolled. not that he was one for showing emotion, or anything, but sometimes, he couldn't help but be the inner sarcastic brat he was. no, i was just intending on leaving him here, he'd deadpan quietly. let's go to camp, and see what hawkpaw can do, he'd finally relent, tail flickering, as he'd begin to lead the way. if you need assistance, lean on rose. or minkpaw, or ivynose, i'm sure they won't mind, he'd add quietly.

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