Dimly Familiar //Private//

[Arid]

Dim

Viper trotted through the main clearing of the DeathClan camp. She just had just recently managed to catch a meal, and was panning on getting some battle practice in while she was still full of energy.

Huh...? the cream tabby slowed down to a halt when a she caught a faintly familiar smell. Nostalgia washed over for a minute as she remembered the sweet taste and scent of milk, along with a few other blurred images that were too unclear to make out.
Turning towards the source of the scent, finding that it wafted from a white cat-- another DeathClan member. Curiosity winner her over, Viper padded over to the fleetingly familiar male, who wasn't facing her at the moment, "Hey," she called out, not bothering to wait for the tom to turn around before she continued talking. "who are you?"

[Dim]

Dim's ears pricked suddenly as he heard the round of a familiar voice. He tilted his head before turning around sharply. It took hm s while to notice that the light ginger tabby was talking to him but the tom meowed back in response as nobody else appeared to be around, "Me? I'm Dim..."

[Arid]

Dim... the name lingered in her mind. It had a familiar heir about it. "I'm... Viper," she said slowly. She had once gone by another name-- Feather; but that name seemed too weak for some like her, so she changed it.
Soon the annoying inability to place where she had seen the other tom before won her over, and she asked the question that had been lingering in her mind, "Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You seem unusually familiar for some reason," she risked asking.

[Dim]

"I don't think so... I never remembered knowing anyone called Viper so you probably don't. " He responded with a shrug of his skinny shoulders.

[Arid]

"Well, do you... do you remember anyone by the name of Feather?" she ventured. Her mind was beginning to clear, and she could -in her memory- distinctly make out the shape of a fluffy white blur curled up next to her and another, large mass. I'm sure I've heard that name before... Dim... arg, why can't I remember!

[Dim]

Dim tilted his head, his dark eyes shimmering as hr though, "Yeah I do... I had a sister called Feather but she's probably dead..." He flattened his ears confusedly. How did Viper know about Feather?

[Arid]

Viper's memory started to clear-- each blurred figure becoming more defined and each color beginning to return to a truer state. She could distinctly make out a young white kit -strongly resembling the tom in front of her- snuggled up against her and another, larger shape. My mother...
"Dim..." Viper spoke, feeling strangely unsure of herself-- her grumpy nature dulled by nostalgia and burning emotion she hadn't felt in a long time, "I'm Feather..."

[Dim]

"Feather!" Dim purred loudly, leaping to her and trying to hug her as tight as he could.

[Arid]

Viper went rigid for a moment, not being used to the physical contact. She hadn't been affectionate, or been shown affection, in a long while. Not completely sure how to act, she let out a soft purr. "It's good to see you, Dim," she mumbled, trying to figure out what the annoyingly warm feeling that kindled inside her stomach was. It defiantly was... different. For a moment she was tempted to recoil from the tom-- but despite the feeling being foreign, it was also unusually welcoming. Whatever it was.

[Dim]

Dim purred as he stepped away from Viper. He could tell that she wasn't enjoying his affection so Dim flattened his dirty white ears, "Sorry." He me we'd quietly, his head lowered. "I've missed you so much is all."

(Really clingy younger brother syndrome)

[Arid]

"It's fine... just unexpected," Viper said with a dismissive twitch of her pale tabby tail. "And I..." she flicked her gaze away, keeping her vibrant green eyes from metering her brothers, "I guess I missed you as well," she mumbled.