Crystalmouth walked around the forest, watching for any signs of movement. Possibly her brother. She missed him and she knew he needed her. The Clan needed him in fact. They were in need of more warriors, not kits. She suddenly heard a noise and whipped around. Crystalmouth saw her brother. "Scarheart? Is it you?" she asked the tom.
"Yes, it's me Crystalmouth." Scarheart stayed were he was, his eyes wide.
Crystalmouth gasped and ran over to him. She suddenly stopped right in front of him; their whiskers brushed against each other. Scarheart lashed his tail and murmured, "I thought I'd never see you again."
Crystalmouth only nudged him and purred; she was so happy to see him. It had been 4 years since they had seen or talked to each other. She told him to follow her to her camp. Scarheart hesitated, but then followed after some thought.
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As Crystalmouth entered camp, she thought about Lightstar and the two sets of new-born kits. 'Would he accept Scarheart into the Clan with the new kits?' she thought, swishing her tail back and forth. Scarheart looked around, nothing was the same anymore; not with Birdsong gone. And Crystalmouth led her brother into the leader's den to wait for Lightstar.