[Shiisiln]

It was time for Willow to admit it; He was lost.

He'd had the nagging suspicion for some hours now that he was going in circles, but he kept trying to convince himself it was all in his head. But now it was impossible to deny- he'd definitely passed that exact same boulder at least three times, maybe more.

He sighed heavily and sat down on the forest floor. He's been wandering for days now, and hadn't come across a single soul. He was beginning to think this part of the countryside was absolutely deserted.

He spotted a tree nearby with some low-hanging branches, and decided to climb up and try to get a bearing on his surroundings. He stood up on his hind legs and scrambled up, his claws catching on dips and cracks in the bark. He managed to haul himself about halfway up the tree before he ran out of branches that he felt comfortable trusting his weight to.


He raised a paw to shade his eyes and peered off into the distance. All he could see was an endless ocean of green, stretching out to the mountains on the horizon. The sheer size of the forest baffled and intimidated him; he could probably walk through these woods for months without finding a way out.

Wait- he caught sight of something in the distance, drifting over the trees. Was that... smoke? He leaned forward, trying to focus and get a better look-

And that's when he heard an ominous 'crack' from the branch he was straddling.

He had just enough time to look down in panic before he was abruptly sent tumbling down from his perch. His paws flailed wildly, failing to find any handhold to stop his fall, until he landed hard- but not quite as hard as he'd expected.

He saw up, shaking his head- at least he hadn't broken anything. whatever he's fallen on had been soft enough to break his fall without cracking his skull on, which he was grateful for- wait. Was exactly had he landed on?

He looked down. Then he gasped and scrambled backwards as he realized it wasn't a matter of what, but who.

"I am so sorry!" he said, putting his ears back and hoping that whoever he'd just squished wasn't going to be TOO mad at him. "Are you ok?"

[Tabitha]

She sat under the large tree and starred out at the horizon.

Tabitha was a yearling now. Somehow, the first few seasons of her life had passed her by far too quickly. She’d spent most of his life thus far preoccupied with playing with her brother and sister, as well as spending time with hier parents. The takeover of Abaven, an old tribe of mountain lions, had been one notable event, but beyond that her life had been relatively uneventful. She wasn't bothered by that - she'd much rather a peaceful life without disruption than anything else. Still, that didn't stop her from feeling a bit restless, and so she decided to take a stroll on her own. Not far away, of course, but just slightly north to the lake that she'd been to a few times before.

She was grateful for the change in weather brought on by the change in seasons. Today was a crisp spring day, slightly warm with a gentle breeze. The oversized yearling let out a yawn as she veered toward the edge of the lake, paws carrying her lazily over the flat terrain. Once she reached the lakeside she plopped down to her belly and stretched her forepaws out in front of her, sea-green eyes cast out across the still water. What today had in store for Tabitha,she had no clue, but she was hopeful that the monotony of everyday life might be interrupted today on her brief trip away from home.

She raised her head and headed back to the tree, only this time it was different. She sat down and started out again, only 5 seconds later a warm,heavy body slammed on top of her. Her paws slid out from under her and she fell with it.