What happens when memories fail you, when you don't know your own identity? When the one thing you know makes no sense? This is the case of one cat if you can call her that, and this is her story.
She awoke the air chilling her to the skin, opening her eyes confusion riddled her face. Reaching up to rub the sleep from her eyes the way her body moved felt unnatural.
Once the sleep was gone from her eyes the cat gazed around trying to remember where she was, after a few moment of thinking horror spread through the cat as she realized that she remembered nothing...
Well that's not true she could remember the names of things, how to hunt and fight…. but anything personal was gone.
Barely a whisper the cat muttered "Who am I?" she proceeded to wander towards a puddle tainted with the smell of wet dog. She gazed down and what looked up at her was an orange and white she cat with bright green eyes her age looked around 7 months old, but her mind felt so much older than a kitten.
Her sense of smell amazed her as she realized she could smell things that seemed so far away, locking onto a smell that interested her she followed where it brought her. After following a grey sidewalk a few feet she saw the item of her interest and snorted at what it was, it was just a patch of lilies in a garden.
Suddenly a yawn raked through her body as she realized she was tired, so she hopped into the back of a nearby truck and curled up on top of a tarp.
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She awoke to wind ruffling her fur, under another circumstance this might be less alarming but this wind was hard and rough. She pushed herself to her paws and looked out of the truck bed only to notice she's on a highway in horror she lays flat on the truck bed.
About an hour passed before she felt the truck slowing to an easier pace before stopping all together. As soon as the movement stop she jumped from the truck bed and ran for her life through pine trees across a clearing and into oaks until she had to stop due to exhaustion. Finally looking around she noticed a clear lake to her right… it was beautiful.
She didn't know how long she stared at the lake before she heard voices.
"Moonripple look over there."
"That's a cat… on our territory at that." The cat she could only assume was Moonripple stated
The two cats darted for her and before she could react she was being questioned angrily "Who are you and why are you on Thunderclan territory?" Shock riddled her being… that word was something, a trigger in her brain. She knew that word before but where….
"Moonripple asked you a question rouge!" A smaller tom with pure white fur and amber eyes growled at her.
"Calm down Frozenpaw and let her answer for herself." Moonripple said setting her grey tail on Frozenpaw's spine.
The words came instinctively she didn't even have a moment to think about it before she said "My name is Lily and I came to join Thunderclan."
What was she doing?
Was her name really Lily?
What was Thunderclan and why did her conscious want her to join?
Where are her memories?
I know that I used non-clan words and that will be explained in due time.
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