[ConfusedCas]

Originally Posted by toodlesteddy

As the sun began to lower in the evening sky, a petite grey warrior lurked through the forest of RiverClan, her dainty paws ghosting across the underbrush like shadows. Ashstorm's wide, bright yellow eyes scanned the trees for movement, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in deeply, scenting for what would be her next meal. She failed to detect any land prey, and resigned herself to the fact that she'd have to head to the river and catch a fish--something she had never been too good at. Inhaling intensely, she stopped in her tracks as she noticed a scent that was unfamiliar to her. She could smell a loner--a tom, she identified after a moment. Dropping to her haunches, the young she-cat moved stealthily across the terrain in a practiced crouch, trying her best to locate the cat before he crossed the border.

Taking on a casual stroll the loner was unaware of the danger he was putting himself into. So far every one of his wanderings he had managed to escape with little to no scratches but then again he had never dared to get too deep into their territory. He didn't enjoy putting himself in harms way although he had to admit it was quite a thrill when he was running from a snarling warrior. Allister parted his jaws just a touch to breath in the forest air but he was unable to scent anything out of the ordinary. He didn't take into consideration that it was because it was a new area and he wasn't used to the Riverclan scent yet so he continued to venture towards the border with his guard down. At this point his only concern was getting someplace safe before it got too dark. No matter how adventurous the tom was he wasn't ready to be in the enemies territory at night.