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Originally Posted by julean
Kanjiwa, head low, made his way onto the unfamiliar territory. He had a tendency to linger near Thunderclan's territory for the undergrowth and plump prey. He decided to wander out father at this chance, trotting into the oddly-scented new territory with hopes he would not be immediately attacked. He was only passing through, his deep orange pelt gracefully swaying as he walked. His blue orbs scanned the ground as he trotted through the forest, dodging the trees, slender body stalking though his familiar, flowery scent was strong and blatant. |
Quinoa heaved as she finally cowered away from the sharp gaze of the shecat. She ducked behind a tree, panting. Next move..., she thought. What should I do? Quinoa made up her mind. She sprinted away as fast as she could from the glen. Her collar tinkling, she ran faster only thinking of escape. She paused in the ferns where she had rested the night before, sniffing her nest. Some cat had been through here. She paused to sniff the air. Another cats scent was mingling in with hers. Rats! This whole FOREST is full of loners! She thought. Making a decision to confront the newcomer, she clawed at her collar. She felt the strap give way underneath her claws. It snapped in half, the gold pendant falling gently in the moss. Being large for her age, (Around apprentice age in clan ages, but she can’t know that,) she could pick a fight if she wanted. Her nervousness took over. No you can’t! Her mind yelled. Too late. An orange cat was pacing in the forest.