Barrow Fields tiger's hunt

Her jolly advance was halted as though Julep was walked right into an invisible wall, but in truth it had been Moorhen's words she had ran into. The tigress cocked her head as a curious pup would, wondering whether she'd misheard the other. But how could she, when she was so close? She had heard it loud and clear. This girl knew her name.

So why didn't she know hers?

Then it hit her like a bullet. The first memory came with a thought of Piper, and the grown up Smokestep which much like her own father had abandoned her at Stavanger Bay. She hadn't really though of the other two member of their litter to even be alive especially when neither Piper nor Smokestep had made any specific mentions of them. But this was most definitely Moorhen.

You're alive? she gasped, unable to pull herself through the realization completely. But it was true, and she was standing right in front of her little cousin.