.QUiTe|FriGHTeNiNG. {Open}

[flightless๖♪♫]

It was, like always, dark in the woods. There was a swirling mist along the ground, taunting the visitors, making it seem more creepy than it usually was. If you weren't in TwilightClan, you wouldn't be able to see a thing. Well, anyone could of spotted the cat lurking around the forests.

A glowing green object vanished behind a tree. But if you looked close enough, you could see that it indeed was a cat, an oddly colored ragdoll cat. Her face had markings of red, like her front two paws. She seemed to be glancing around, her neon-yellow eyes scanning her surroundings as if they were the most normal in the world.

It was not usual to see a medicine cat out in the woods, but here she was, clear as day. You could see her from a hundred fox-lengths away. Heck, cats in StarClan could see her with her glowing pelt! If a cat were to walk and see her from a distance, they would probably figure that she is some dead ghosty cat.

Back to the ragdoll. Really, she seemed quite content. She had a bored expression on her muzzle. Maybe she was just bored, who knows. She probably was lonely.

Then again, things aren't always as they seem.

With a small meow, Stickyremedy stopped her walk and looked around. Was she trying to get lost on purpose? Stickyremedy was quite a little strange. She let out a sigh. "Finally, piece and quiet," she mewed. An owl hooted in the distance, but she made no note of it. She made only note of, and jumped about ten feet, when a twig snapped behind her.

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There were many oddities to be found in the misty, silent forests that his Clan had decided to call home.

One was a blueish shadow, darting here and there between the shadows, flickering in and out of visability from mere habit. When he did flash visable, his coat was like that of a "tuxedo" cat, but instead of black and white, it was dark blue and neony ice blue. Interesting.
But perhaps what was most striking was the bright, lemon yellow eyes, glowing like embers in the night as the leader passed between the shadows with little to no effort at all.

Finally he came to a stop, surveying his domain and smiling faintly in the midnight silence. He was none other than Timestar, the very soul who had led his friends and enemies to the new forests, who helped cats to discover their ancestry, who they are. In a sense, the tom could even be called a hero, though he knows it was not his effort alone that resurrected the Clans.

Padding down from the place he had paused at, Timestar noticed a greenish flash in the distance. He narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace, flickering out of sight, and hurried up behind the other creature, only to discover it was simply the medicine cat when he treaded over a brittle branch. Seeing her jump, Timestar became visible with a look of apology.

"Sorry, Stickyremedy, didn't realize it was you. How are you?"

Timestar mrrowed, the back of his mind noticing that they were the only voices around for possibly miles.

[flightless๖♪♫]

Once the medicine cat saw who it was, she laughed nervously. Sitting down and grooming her paw, with a pink tint in her muzzle, she mewed, "Heh heh, I didn't know it was you, Timestar." Embarrassed for being so mouse-brained, she swiped a paw over her ears. "And besides nearly jumping out of my fur, I'm alright." She put her paw down and just sat, yellow eyes watching her Clan leader.

With a small smile, she flicked her tail and mewed, "You good?"

Stickyremedy didn't want to admit it, but she had no idea in StarClan's name where she was. She decided to just follow Timestar around until she got out of the woods.

{No muse Dx}

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Timestar smiled halfway and peered around, noticing that he was in a deeper part of the forest than he normally traveled. Twitching a bright pink nose, he looked back to Stickyremedy, ears flickering to catch her words.

"It's good to see I didn't scare off a valuable member of the Clan."

He said simply, smiling slightly and twitching as an owl hooted nearby. I better watch out for that, we don't need to be dinner.

"Are you headed anywhere in particular? I was simply planning to take a shortcut back to camp."

Timestar mrrowed, blinking and looking up ahead for the familiar path he often took back home. If there was ever anything happening while he was gone, the tom made sure he knew the shortest ways home so that he could help, and defend if needed.

He sniffed and pulled a moistened paw over his ears, listening to the many voices of the night.