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@dot dawn & losteden distant screaming Since that first night where Dawnbringer had run into a cat that he swore up and down was his sister, the dark brown tabby had returned to the MoonClan border rather often, hoping to get another glance - or maybe even a longer conversation. He knew that she was Duskveil, but she hadn't known the name. The conversation hadn't gone on long enough for him to catch the name that she goes by, but he wasn't sure that he actually wanted to know.
What he actually wanted was his sister. Everyone had told him that she was dead, but him and Darkmeadow hadn't given up hope. And now, he was the only one left to continue the search. So, he waited on the NightClan side of the border, looking over it and attempting to push the sadness and anger down at the thought of his lost family. A part of his mind told him that he should just go home now, she would never come back, but a movement caught his attention.
The encounter she had with that Nightclan tom still bothered her. It had been a few moons since she had last seem him. It felt as if she knew him from somewhere? She wondered if he was the key to unlocking what memories she had lost. Every day she would wait a few risky moments by the Nightclan border. Hoping she would run into the other cat again, but every time she failed and would end up running all the way back to the City of Ash. It was on this night she felt hopeful. She had set out earlier than she usually did. Speeding past her son Fogpaw in the process. Before she knew it she was staring at the border that separated Moonclan from Nightclan. It was on this border that she stumbled across the tom once more.
At first, Dawnbringer couldn't believe what his eyes were telling him. Perhaps the figure was a trick of the moonlight, or he had finally lost his mind. He had been having difficulties getting enough sleep lately, was this his brain's way of telling him that he needed more sleep? But he rubbed his eyes, and blinked multiple times, and she was still standing there.
With anyone else, Dawnbringer was always controlling his emotions. He didn't know how to talk to others, and was afraid that he would smile at the wrong moment and insult someone, or, more recently, that someone would discover the hatred and anger that boiled within him after the loss of his family. But right now, he didn't hold back the smile that grew on his face. "Dusk..." he whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loudly that she would vanish. She hadn't responded to the name the first time, anyway, so who knew if she would this time?
The ginger cat walked out further into the moonlight. The light catching the shapes of her scars and illuminating them. Previously had been red, angry and still in the stages of healing. Now they had fully healed and were a soft pink. "Hello I believe I saw you here once before." She nervously asked her question clearly directed at him. Her eyes shifting around on the look out for other Nightclan or Moonclan members. Before finally settling on the tom's face making direct eye contact with him.
Dawnbringer hadn't expected her to be the first one to talk. Half of him had expected her to ignore him - and the other half was still sure that he was seeing things. The familiar voice was enough to make him throw all of his doubts away, however, and he fought the urge to rush to her. He had to stay on the NightClan side of the border, unless he wanted Spacevoyager to come and make due on any threats.
"Yes, I believe so," he said, at a loss for any other words. She looked a lot better than the last time that they had met, at least. That meant she probably wasn't a prisoner of MoonClan.
"Who are you? Last time I saw you. You looks familiar, but you didn't" Losteden muttered speaking her thoughts out loud and loud enough for Dawnbringer to hear. She moved closed until she was standing less than a tail length away from him. She stared at him with wonder, curiosity, as she tried to piece together who he was and what he meant to her.
Dawnbringer stared down at her with surprise, hope building up in his chest. He had spent so long searching for her, and then checking the border for her. It almost felt impossible that she was still alive, despite his unwillingness to give up. All he had wanted was answers, and now, staring into the eyes in front of him, he felt like he had finally found them.
"I'm called Dawnbringer," he responded, searching her face to see if the name had rung any sort of bell. The way she was talking, it almost seemed as if she had lost her memory. If that was the case, this very well could be his sister.
