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[ feel free to reply with a summerclan cat if you'd like! or spring! matters not. ]
Tybalt wandered along the Summerclan border with an absent sort of interest, sharp amber eyes thinking back towards when he used to sit atop their hierarchy. Well perhaps top was a bit of an exaggeration, considering the highest he ever went was deputy before he left. Scorned by love that was unfounded and not returned. Tired of chasing after something that had been proving itself impossible to reach. Though the longing to have the other had never left Tybalt, the tom having flings that never amounted to anything as his heart still belonged to another.
One who seemed to have taken it and just left it to rot out in the sun. But Tybalt carried on, stiff upper lip and all that.
"Your awfully close to Summerclan territory" came the voice of a beautiful and elegant calico. Apart from her fit features, some might mistake her for being a kittypet. Her spotted fur was soft and silky, clearly well kept. Her only flaw seeming to stick out like a sore thumb was the exhaustion in the she-cat's green eyes. The mind illness that swept over her clan had taken her within it's claws. Every night was the same dream, and every time she woke up crying. The lack of sleep had made her edgy which was quite the opposite of who she was. Pebblefur was usually warm and had a very big heart. Though, the illness was slowly taking a toll on her. She at least attempted not to look so tired every day, keeping up with her grooming and going on with her daily duties.
