[Kacey!]

Rabbitwhisker noticed movement and looked over to see Witheredstar, a ways away, headed towards her quickly. The bobtailed she-cat tipped her head, holding her prey in her mouth. The leader seemed to be hurrying; was something wrong? Rabbitwhisker's green eyes flicked about.

A lion. She could see the large feline as it stalked forward, toward the striped zebra. It wasn't too close by . . . but it was frightening enough to make Rabbitwhisker's ears flatten and her pelt prick with nerves.

As Witheredstar neared, Rabbitwhisker set her prey by her paws, nervously sniffing the air and trying to make sure the grass obscured her from the lion's possible line of sight.

She could smell the lion, of course, and the zebra, whose scent told the warrior it was unwell. She could also smell her prey and some of the dirt she had dug up, planning to bury it for later. Witheredstar's scent was coming closer as well . . . But Rabbitwhisker swore that there was another cat's scent nearby.

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