Benture walked into the Yan Forest, he gazed around in awe. " So this is the place my ancestor lived. I wonder how much it's changed since his time." he kept looking around. He accualy came here to ask to be a warrior, he knows his parents would be happier if he'd become leader but he knew he couldn't do it, he also just didn't want to.

Brownfang was taking a quick patrol; he was bad at fighting but his size scared most horses off. His muscles were there to match it too. He trotted around and noticed what looked like Tarla I thought I told Tarla to stay in camp. Curious he cantered over to see that this wasn't Tarla but a male. He stood up straight and tried to look domiant. What do you want snapped Brownfang. This was his first real intruder, and it was only his second day. Why do you look of a mare of my herd?! he questioned. His teeth were slightly bared.

Bentur was a first surprised by the felin " I don't mean you any harm, I accualy wanted to ask to become a guardian of the place my anchestor,Tauri, ruled." he said calmly, but then his face puzzled ," I look like a what?"

Brownfangs muscles relaxed and his teeth were unoticable. Come on, lets announce your warrior-ship to the herd. Then Brownfang realised that he didn't know that there was a mare like him. You look stranglely of Tarla, she is a mare in my herd. He was walking but he still spoke in a distrusting voice.

Benture's face puzzled for a moment. Tarla, could it possibly be. The name had a familiar ring to it, maby it can be her. He followed Brownfange whith this question reeling in his head. If it was her, this could be the best day of his life.

At camp..

Herd of Yan Forest; I call a meeting to announce a warrior who wishes to join us he growled softly. He stood on one of the rocks that was high; making him look brave and noble. He was a jokester, but something went through his head that those days were over. I welcome to the herd our Warrior BENTUR! he shouted. He settled down and turned to him Anything you would like to say? asked Brownfang.

Benture smiled and said," Yes, well I promise to do my postion as best as I can, and to be loyal to the herd. " He never was good at speechs or even small statments. He sighed, well he wasn't perfect that was for sure.
Tarla quickly crawled out of her den when she herd Brownfang's call, when she looked to see who he was talking about she saw the hippogryph, her eyes widened. he looks so much like me, could he be, na it can't! she trailed off in her own mind as she listened to the name of the new warrior. . . . Bentur. She couldn't help but to get a closer look.

Whitefang was smart; but today she was curious.. too curious. He looks like Tarla, only slightly bigger... She blurted staring at him with her blue eyes as if she saw a fashing movies game; with all the beeping music. She saw Brownfang hung his head; embrassed by his sister, which even more embrassing that she was smarter than him. Her paws stayed on the ground and her claws were out with suprise.

Benture looked at the Hippogryph mare eye to eye, she looked so much like him. "Tarla?" that was the only thing he was able to utter out.Tarla stared unsure how to make this out, he had to be him. "Benture, are you . ." this was all happening to fast, she first is brought to a new herd and then she finds her twin! suddenly her head felt dizzy and her knees were wobly. This was all so . . . suddenly everything went black. She felt over limply. Benture shocked at this reaction ,"Tarla!?!

WhiteFang shrugged and walked over and spalshed water over Tarla. She dragged her over to a mossy rock and sprayed more water over her. Tarla; you brother is you better get used to it because he is becoming a warrior she sat down; waiting for her sleepish reponse as Brownfang rushed over; he could only watch as Whitefang brought her from the faint world; that black and dark world.

Tauri himself was a bit overwhelmed but he wasn't going to faint, he stared at Tarla. She had to be without a doubt his twin sister. He wished he could do more ,but he had to just wait. Tarla's eyes squinted then opened she looked around to see Whitefang, Brown fang, and Benture all looking at her. Her head felt sore and ached. She though slowly got on her feet. Tarla then stared at Benture ",So you're my real brother?" But before Benture could answer Tarla screamed ," I can't belive it's you!!!" She almost tackled him because of her joy but she refrained all that filled her head was a series of questions ," What is mom and dad like? how are they doing? do we have any younger sibilings . . " She reeled on for a while till Benture stopped her. Both smiled at each other, long lost twins finally have met.

Whitefang sat in plesure and smiled; these two hadn't see eachother for goodness knows when and they were united. Brownfang, weirdly started clapping but she had told him to stop. They watched; in silence until Whitefang's childish mind took over. She started dancing wierdly in a manor that Brownfang would slap his head. How embrassing.

Benture looked at Whitefang and chuckled a bit under his breath, this is definitly a strang herd . . O well. Tarla could help but smile herself. Some much has been happening, what could possibly happen next?

Whitefang did not realised that the whole herd was standing and staring at her. Urhh How 'bout we have a toast to this wonderous family union. she siad with a giggle. Yes, how 'bout a toast he replyed Whitefang was for once.. not dancing.

Tauri smiled but then he asked ,"wait, what will we toast with?" Tarla thought about this too, they could use water but it just seemed to plain for the occastion. Looking around her eyes hoped around from item to item while thinking.

I found these half coconut shells Whitefang suggested, holding up some bowl like shells. Let me fill them with berry juice. she started squeezing juice in them. After a while they where throuriugh squeezed out and her paw where purple. She handed one out and held one for herself. Here's to a the best herd that this year has seen. CLUNK.

Tarla joined in the toast, smiling as she did. Then she took a drink, to her it tasted quite sweet. She slowly drank enjoying it as she did. Benture toasted also but he took not time in savoring it, he gulped it down in one sip. He then looked at White fang ,"seconds?" Tarla glanced at Benture shaking her head.