The instant Rockpaw caught his aunt's scent on the wind, he took off at a dead run. Tail high, and his odd skipping gait doing nothing to slow him down; the very picture of happy frolic. Aunt Sage was back! He had known all along that she wasn't gone for good, no matter what Tailchaser said. Time after time after time, optimism had proven to be the best way to live.
The grey tabby tom didn't take in her appearance. Instead, he gleefully tackled her in his usual fashion. No stalking, no actual pounce, just a complete and total failure to slow down at all before making contact. He barreled into Sage and Heron at top speed.
Rockpaw wasn't a very big cat, but there was something to be said for momentum.
(Permission to auto-hit was given by Shally and Bits)