Long deep indents dug into the rough bark the large molly was seated on. Keeping the majority of her weight on the back of the branch, Dawnstar's eyes peered out across the forest with her ears raised high. Those fools had better not mess this up, challenging a pack of dogs in a head-on fight would be disastrous. The tip of her tail flickered with slowly rising impatience as she waited to hear or see either one of the runners or the pack.

Below, she had Redshrike, Dapplecloud, and Finchwhisker keep their patrols out of sight and let them go over any last-second preparations. Her patrol was settled blow her behind a cluster of trees, one which she was currently sitting. She didn't enjoy using squirrel tactics, but Dawnstar would admit that there was a great advantage to having the high ground. Up here, it wasn't much different from sitting on the highbranch in their former camp.

The dogs would need to be lured straight past Dawnstar and Dapplecloud's patrols and into Redshriek's and Finchwhisker's, so that they could actually box the pack in. If even one of the mutts got a whiff of hers or Dapplecloud's patrol before meeting the toms... it could be quite the mayhem. Just thinking about it causes the fur on her spine to stand on edge. With a soft scoff, Dawnstar picked her way down the tree, she lacked the usual grace and ease often seen when she glided through the shadows. She made quite some noise and was rather slow if not a bit sloppy, but that was to expect for someone who wasn't used to it. Learning new things was always a pain, but worth it in the end.

"Frogfang, Embershadow, Thornclaw, Quailpaw, Venompaw, Tigerfang, and Wolfwhisper." Dawnstar called to make sure all of her cats were present and not wandering off or who knows what. The anticipation for a good fight had put her in a good mood yet she remained edgy as ever due to her limited patience.