Frostbite was padding through the tunnels, her bright fur giving her away. She liked to sneak around and pretend to be a threat. She may have been rude but she had an imagination. Her goal was to not be found, and she had been succeeding for a long time. Suddenly her blue/aqua eyes caught the shape of another figure. This time a cat. He was white with ginger splotches. Frostbite had a sudden sharp intake of breath, wondering if he was one of their cats. Or someone who had found they're way there. She suddenly realized the tom was Ace, and that her sharp intake of breath had probably blown her cover.