I found you

She hid in the branches of the old, gnarled trees, her blue eyes watching for movement below that signalled that the she-cat in question had come. Her tail flicked up and down off the branch, curling again and relaxing as she waited with a heavy-heart. Poor, poor sweetlings, all broken and hopeless after being chased out by WindClan/ThunderClan and abandoned by StarClan. But that's how it always was for SkyClan. They were the forgotten clan, the tainted clan. Whenever the other four clans needed something, it was from SkyClan that they took everything. Negotiation was never an option, why ask when they could take.

This time it would be different, she'd teach this one to be strong. Give her abilities and make her the perfect warrior. While the pretty she-cat didn't fully embrace or understand the master plan of the Dark Forest, she adored aiding her clanmates. She was here for Nettletail, and SkyClan, so she continued to watch the clearing for any signs. "Hmm, hmm."

When Nettletail fell asleep, exhausted by border patrols, apprentice training, and hunting for her Clan, she was surprised to find herself in a completely unfamiliar place. The sickly sweet smell of rotting wood was in the air, mixing with the strange scents of other cats she couldn't name, with a distinctive tang older than any Clan in the forest. "Is this StarClan?" she wondered aloud.

She was here. Lost peered down at the warrior who stood out starkly amongst the barely lit woods that had been her home for many moons. Leaping off the branch, she landed square in front of the she-cat, waving her tail held high in a friendly manner as purred. "Welcome."

Nettletail was relieved to see a friendly face. Even in her own Clan lately most cats were worried and grim. "Who are you?" she asked, feeling safe and at home for the first time in moons.

OOC: on mobile right now, sorry no color.

Lost looked fondly at the warrior as she replied sweetly. "One of your warrior ancestors." The she-cat came a little closer, sniffing the air around her to confirm who it was, yes, it was a SkyClan warrior, Nettletail. "It's been a long time since someone's visited me, StarClan doesn't like it when warriors meet us. But don't worry, don't worry about them, this will be our little secret. Come, come, I have just the place for us to rest and chat." She turned around and gestured for the she-cat to follow as she lead them to a clearing which had a lone stump on it. The she-cat hopped on top and waited for the warrior to join her.

Nettletail followed, unquestionably peaceful. She trusted this cat. "If you're my warrior ancestor, then why aren't you StarClan?" she asked, confused.

"I was too... opinionated. I believed that our warrior ancestors should have warned SkyClan about the disasters that were to come and prevents the other clans from chasing us out of our own lands. StarClan didn't agree." She spat out, her voice taking on a pained, bitter tone. That was close to the truth, but it left out quite a few little details. "SkyClan deserved better."

Nettletail was filled with sympathy. "I've always wondered why StarClan didn't help us," she agreed. "So why did you bring me here?"

"If you would allow me, Nettletail, I can teach you the ways of StarClan. The ways that you should have been taught, but StarClan was too afraid to teach you." She wouldn't outright say it, but she was heavily hinting that Nettletail had been destined for something greater. That perhaps, in another life, she would have been a medicine cat.

Nettletail's eyes widened as she sensed the meaning behind the cat's words. The kind of teaching she'd always longed for, believed was meant to be hers. "Yes!" she meowed excitedly, tail straightening in eagerness. "I would love you to be my mentor. Thank you, thank you! If there's ant way I can help you out, just let me know!" The brown she-cat's eyes sparkled with delight. "By the way," she added as an afterthought, "What is your name?"

Lost's eyes gleamed with approval, Nettetail's eagerness was exactly what she'd hoped for. She would make the perfect addition to their forces. "You can call me Lost. I once had a proper warrior name, but I long abandoned it when StarClan abandoned me." She kept her tone lighter now, pleasant, she'd said her bit and Nettletail trusted her now. There was no need to alienate her any further from StarClan. "One day, I might need to call on you for help, but today isn't that day. Let me instead teach you about herblore. Do you know what this is?" She brought over wild garlic and mint.

Nettletail sniffed eagerly at the herbs. She had snuck into Acornpaw's den on Kore than one occasion and memorized a number of the herbs. The spiky green leaf she recognized immediately. But the long-stemmed plant...? "This one's mint, but I don't know the other." The brown she-cat lowered her head shamefully. She had so wanted to impress this cat.