Rose gets closer and closer to the strong smell of many cats. The clans she's heard so much about during her hard life as a loner. Her dark red orange fur doesn't allow her to stay out of sight, but she knows all too well how to fight. She pauses for a moment, the kits she's carrying will soon impede her ability to defend herself though, just another reason she is determined to go through with this. Her long fur hides the many scars on her skin, but she remembers how she got each one.
Predators, two legs, other cats, and nature itself have all given her some of the scars. Her survival has been a hard fought battle, and it's not the life she wants for her kits. She spots water up ahead and sits by the edge, watching fish dart back and forth below. If the rumors she's heard are true, no doubt the clan cats will be here to confront her shortly.
She's more nervous about meeting these fierce cats she's heard about since a kit than when faced with a hungry fox. She has many talents, but positive interaction with other cats is not one. Rose has been planning out what to say and all the possible ways this could go wrong since she first realized she was going to have kits, but she still feels woefully unprepared. @
Arie