[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

@Constellation

It had been four moons of boredom for Luna. For moons of sitting near the SkyClan border wondering if she should cross it. Four moons wondering what Timberpaw would do if she crossed the border, if he was even the one she ran into when she did. After her encounter with a clan cat and being chased out of his territory made trying to find out what the large animals meant seem boring. It was hard to believe that at one point she found that interesting. But then again that had been before she had discovered the clans were real. But finally those four moons of boredom were up, because Luna had just crossed the SkyClan border. She could suddenly smell all the old smells of SkyClan, this time they were fresh and nice. She smiled, and began looking around, trying to spot a golden butterfly, which was the thing that had led her to SkyClan in the first place. She began to walk around, but stopped suddenly when she smelled a scent that was a little too familiar.

If anyone knew Timberpaw, then they would know he wasn’t the easiest to get along with. He hardly had any friends, and if he had, they were remotely associates. Timberpaw was a leader. He was a boss. The only thing on his mind was becoming a warrior. He had one more moon before he was a warrior. Perhaps, that was why on this particular day, he had a little bounce in his step. Timberpaw finished delivering a starling into a hidden pile. Two dead mice were in this hole, and he dug up a small dust of dirt to cover his catches. The fresh kill he caught should had been enough to cater to his clan, but Timberpaw wanted to go above and beyond the expectations set for him. Others wonder about his abrasive personality. His apathy that he feels for no one. Timberpaw’s golden eyes were lifeless. They did not tell a story. Those emotionless orbs never shone unless the sun reflected in them. Within those stretch of moons, he had put on much muscle. With a thick pelt, the mane around his neck fluffy and unkempt. His gait was more heavy, and his paw pads were as hard as a brick. Timberpaw didn’t believe in relaxation. He never took time to lounge around and relax. Everything was about work. There was always something to do in Skyclan to help it prosper. This life he served was not for himself. He worked for his family, for his leader, for his deputy, for his clan. So, if Timberpaw wasn’t battling to strengthen himself, then he was hunting to make sure everyone would eat. The grey tom parted his jaws to contact a scent, however, it was met with something unpleasant. Well, the scent wasn’t disgusting. In fact, it was a very sweet scent, but it was a scent that wasn’t supposed to be in Skyclan. Timberpaw almost growled. He faintly remembered that aroma. The tom perked his ears, growling. Timberpaw narrowed his gaze. He started padding forward until he was met with a family tabby pelt that made his own fur shift on end. When he saw her face again, he swiftly ran up towards her, trying to appear menacing as he towered above her. It had been four moons...he was fine for four moons, and now she was back? Timberpaw’s eyes trailed her physique before he brought his amber eyes to glow into her own hues. He snarled, “What are you doing back here?” He spat.