I Know//where i am;;

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Soft paws, one after the other. Step, step, step. Through grass they travel, and reach the end of a wide meadow with long, waving cattails and tall flowering plants. The pads have just dried from crossing a little brook, and are only a little damp. The dirt sticks to them, but only a little, and it is beginning to come off with every step. Step, step, step. Without any good reason they continue, even as the line of trees draws near. They continue, heading down along a ravine, walking carefully. And then, they abruptly stop.

Luna looked around careful. I must be mistaken, she told herself firmly. But, as memories flooded her, she knew. Her gray-blue head turned as she scanned her surroundings with pale green orbs, and her fluffy tail twitched with agitation. There was just no way for her just uncovered recollections to be right, and yet she was sure that they were. This was BrookClan, the place where she had been born and her mother had died only about ten moons ago. Just the thought of this place made her heart ache for her father, and she glanced at the early morning sky as if the silverpelt were out now. As she looked, her eyes caught a little dot in the brightening blue, a tiny star that blinked out even as she watched. I love you, Dad, she mewed in her mind, letting her eyes fall back to earth that was so familiar in such a distant way.

OOC: Open to any BrookClanner. She's going to join, by the way.

[.Taslin.•*"*•.]

A dark body passed swiftly behind a group of ferns, leaving them to swish a few times, before the pelt appeared again, this time looking through. Two dark green eyes narrowed in curiosity as they sought out the sight they'd thought they'd seen. A cat, not familiar, but with a strange, very very subtle undercurrent of BrookClan (if that's okay) was standing there. It was a grayish-blue cat with a few creamy splotches here and there, female, and Moonfoot didn't recognize her.
So why do I scent BrookClan? Unless I am mistaken... I could just be smelling the nearest marker. The black and white she-cat thought to herself. Deciding she couldn't just puzzle over this uncertainty until the stranger eventually reached the camp, Moonfoot stepped through the ferns and drew up her head. She sniffed carefully once more, and then opened her mouth to speak.
"Greetings... To whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" She meowed nonchalantly, padding a few steps more until she was in front of the other she-cat, blocking the way forward. Her ears were perked in question, but her tail remained low, a sure sign of aloofness.

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Her silvery shape padded swiftly between the clusters of brambles, eyes down. Small, sharp angular head lifted in the air as she stopped, near a large boulder. She scented BrookClan; she-cat. She couldn't distinguish the scent....ah, yes. Moonfoot--a denmate. But there was another scent. Unfamiliar. But...wait. Was that a trace of BrookClan scent? Their individual forest-and-freshwater mix scent was unique, yet Flowingbrook could have sworn on StarClan that that scent has some BrookClan in it. The rest, though, was unfamiliar. Loner. She narrowed her eyes and looked behind her, only to bump into Moonfoot's rear end. Oh. Sorry. she muttered, moving herself so she stood by her black Clanmate. Then she noticed a long-furred, silvery-blue shape with a few creamy splashes here and there. She frowned; female. It was the cat with the strange scent. Flowingbrook's sharp ears had heard Moonfoot demand the cat's name, yet politely, as she'd slammed into her Clanmate.
Flowingbrook took a long look at the cat. Now that she thought about it, the cat's individual scent awakened some sort of a memory in her mind...but the more she thought about it, the more it slipped away, until it was just a mere uncaught fish swimming away in the river.

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Luna wasn't one for crowds or confrontations, preferring quiet talk to arguments. She took a step back, crouching down just a bit, showing how little of a threat she was. She held her tail low, but in a different way than black and white cat. Her tail was flicking along the ground, unchallenging and even submissive. As she moved, she breathed in deeply, scenting with the gland above the roof of her mouth. Her memories came back even faster as she tasted the Clan's distinctive smell. She couldn't help but imagine the warmth of the nursery, her foster mother's rich milk, and the security of the place. It was all back in such a disorienting rush, and she paused before answering, trying to focus again.

"I am called Luna by those who know me," she said, her phrasing typical of some loner families. As she unconsciously examined the words she'd spoken, she realized that they were false - there was no one left to call her Luna. Well, now these strangers would address her thus, so it was true again. The idea comforted her in a strange way, as if it she'd had some kind of craving for company that was now satisfied. She was curious to the names of the two cats - would they have Clanner names, like she'd had? They most likely would. But she couldn't remember what the endings were for anything but kits. She wanted to ask, but refrained. She was letting these two BrookClanners lead the conversation, letting them dominate over her. Everything would go more peacefully that way.

[.Taslin.•*"*•.]

OOC: Should Moonfoot recognize her if she was born in BrookClan? Not like, 'Hey you're lunarkit!' because she's grown up, but I mean, it seems like the deputy'd remember something.. Luna's probably younger than her, so she'd recall the incident, I'd think.

IC: Moonfoot glanced swiftly at Flowingbrook as the warrior moved up beside her, and rippled her whiskers in greeting. Then she looked back to the stranger, noticing the submissive-like position when they spoke their name.
Luna... Moonfoot went over the name in her mind for a moment, it seeming to light up a thought. But she didn't dwell on it. It was odd enough this loner had the scent of BrookClan, faint as it was. Suddenly, that thought made Moonfoot think.
A loner has the scent of BrookClan... How could that be? And why does it sound familiar?
The deputy shook her head slightly and focused her eyes back on Luna. She had to find out why the she-cat was here.
"I am Moonfoot, deputy, and this is Flowingbrook, a warrior." She meowed, indicating herself and Flowingbrook in turn with her tail. And then, a little more curious now, than cool, though she remained firmly in front of the loner, "Why are you trespassing on our land?"

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OOC//taslin, could you put your charries' names in your siggie? Thanks ^.^

Flowingbrook nodded at Moonfoot; thank StarClan she'd introduced her, because Flowingbrook really didn't feel like talking...as usual. Instead she stepped back a bit and dipped her head towards the loner, still wondering why the unfamiliar cat had the slightest scent of BrookClan. Maybe she'd been living on the territory? Flowingbrook tried to grasp the potential memory, but nothing came to her. Soon it had disappeared completely.
She glanced back at the loner who called herself Luna as Moonfoot demanded why the gray cat was trespassing on BrookClan territory. Flowingbrook certainly didn't want to fight this cat off; she seemed strong; but the silvery warrior was ready to defend her Clan and its territory at any cost. She tensed a bit, but not too much--she didn't want a newcomer to think she was apprehensive of a battle.

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

OOC: They wouldn't recognize her, exactly, but they might remember giving three young kits away about nine moons ago to their father... (she's ten moons)

Luna kept her head low as she answered Moonfoot's inquiry. "My apologies - these lands are all the same to me, and I was not aware that my paws were stepping on BrookClan soil." As she spoke, she realized that she had not been told by either of the warriors the name of their group. They guess she had been in the parts before, perhaps. Or maybe, though it was unlikely, they would link her to the three kits that had been given away to a strange-speaking loner, the mate of a dead queen. Luna had been told the story only once; River, her father, had not ever liked the subject. His memories had always been tender, as if the grief was still fresh. At the thought of her dearest father, whose life had so cruelly been taken. Luna's pale eyes grew sad. It was a barely noticeable change, and quite inexplicable by the outside observer. Luna stayed in her submissive stance and waited for the Clanners' next question.

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Flowingbrook glanced at Moonfoot, noticing what the loner had said, but Moonfoot hadn't seemed to notice herself. I'll have to speak up, she told herself reluctantly.
We never told you we were BrookClan. she mewed, not aggressively, but politely. Her voice wasn't too friendly though--what if this 'Luna' was trying to invade? She narrowed her eyes slightly and tilted her head. How do you know the name of our Clan, and where we reside?

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

Luna's eyes stared hard at the ground between her paws. She knew that she would answer truthfully whether she wanted to or not; that was the kind of cat she was. She thought for a minute, still watching the earth, before she raised her eyes to meet first the main speaker and then the one who had just asked her a question. They were both older than she, warriors, whereas she'd most likely be an apprentice if she joined. The thought surprised her - she hadn't even been considering the possibility. Now that she'd thought of it, it sounded good. If they asked her, she realized, she'd say yes. "This... this Clan is the site of my birth. Giving life to kittens was my mother's death, and my dear father took me into his loner life, and took my two siblings as well." Her voice was a mere whisper, yet her face showed the truth in her quiet story.

[♥Birchstar♥]

Light celery colored orbs peered out from behind a green pine tree. As Birchstar stuck her head out from behind the supple trunk, a large amount of snow fell from the trees branches onto the she cats tabby and white patched head. Shaking her head gently, she moved out softly from behind the tree, slowly padding towards the other cats. Recognizing Flowingbrook and Moonfoot; cats of her own clan, Birchstar politely dipped her head in greeting. The other cat; she did not know. A low growl errupted from the she cat's throat as she curiously smelled the unfamiliar cat. The she cat smelled nothing of any clan Birchstar knew of, so she was forced to conclude that this stranger must be a loner. Who are you? And what are you doing on BrookClan territory? Birchstar demanded. Although the BrookClan leader was patient and kind, she could also be very tempermental about trespassers on her territory.

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OOC//waiting for Taslin

[[^^].Luna.[^^]]

OOC: I'll do the same. *presses thread's pause button*

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OOC//Taslin???

[.Taslin.•*"*•.]

OOC: I'm here! Sorry!

IC: Moonfoot could feel her eyes widen slightly when Luna explained why she was there, and she took a stunned step backwards. Birchstar appeared from behind a tree, but the deputy could only flick her ears in a swift greeting before she blurted out a question.
"You're one of the three kittens who left? Luna-...Lunarkit?" The black and white she-cat ed her head in curiosity and peered behind the loner's shoulder, wondering if the two other thought-to-be-long-gone young cats were there, too.
"What of your siblings?" Moonfoot asked. Then her eyes narrowed. "And why have you decided to come back?"
She realized she was asking a lot of questions, and suddenly thought Birchstar might have something to say, so she closed her mouth --about to ask Luna if she felt any loyalty toward BrookClan after living on her own for moons by herself-- and looked to her leader.

OOC: Dang it... 'thingyed' is supposed to be C*O*C*K*E*D. That's really irritating..

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OOC//I know. That happened to me. Will reply later.