Déjà vu

[Jet]

What am I even doing here? Dull voices sounded inside the she-cat's small head, and she bristled involuntarily as she gazed around, lavender eyes sparked with a faint interest. I've never been here in my life, and yet... it's like I've been here before. The tip of her long, fox-like tail twitched back and forth, and her pale amethyst gaze flicked around, as if searching for some sign to trigger a memory. Yet, there was none. She hadn't been to this place; only... it had been on the pelt of her father, the fragrance of it.

Rena's tongue make a silk-like trail across her muzzle in concentration. She knew activity reigned beyond this location; the fresh scents of cats with her sire's scent had been here not at all long ago. The petite-framed she-cat decided she would wait; after all, she had waited long enough already. It seemed she had been alive thirty-five years, although she was only eighteen moons of age. Her ears perked, she waited, listening with an exaggerated carefulness for any signs of life.

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;


Deja-vu, that's what it's called.

Those pale lavender eyes...so distinctive. This she-cat had never set paw on this land, but the cat who watched her knew who she was.

Jet. Jet Enduro. And this is...

Kestrel appeared as if by magic or some divine will. She was pretty, yet commanding somehow; with an unmistakable aura of authority. Her white, gray-splotched fur ruffled in the cool breeze.
Two mismatched eyes, one brilliant electric yellow, the other calm blue, turned sharply at the newcomer.

"Greetings, daughter of Jet Enduro," said Kestrel.


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[Jet]

She barely heard the pawsteps, but she did, and, whirling around, her eyes stretched wide with surprise. A she-cat with short fur, splotched with silver gray and ivory white, she padded towards Rena with authority. Her eyes were strange - they were mismatched, one of them of a deep, rich Dresden blue, the other a sharp lemon-yellow color. She appeared calm, unlike Rena, who was fired up at the mere sound of her voice and her words.

"Greetings, daughter of Jet Enduro, the newcomer meowed, the mere tone of her voice irritating the young femme. Her tail fluffed out and she growled, surprise and suspicion mingling in her voice, "Who the hell are you, and how do you know my father's name?" The hostility in her faded lavender eyes and in her fluffed out fur was unmistakable. Surely anyone who had seen the aggressive RisingClan cat before would know who she was? Same petite build, silver coat tipped with dark stripes, and the beautiful amethyst eyes. Not to mention the assertive manner in which she carried herself.

Yep. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree..

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;


Had Kestrel had eyebrows, she would have raised one; as if were, she contented herself with making a similar expression.

"Your father comes from this land," she meowed. "He was the first cat to back me in my plans-- my plans to create a Clan called RisingClan. You stand now on RisingClan lands.

and I am Kestrel." She nodded in the way of greeting.


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