Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27350140-20151118172715

The dark grey she-cat took a couple of steps backwards, a look in her green eyes similar to that of prey that knew it was being hunted. Why hadn't she scented the approaching cats? Everything was so different here- there was the scent of leaves, of life, instead of the frozen smell of the mountains, and the sound of the beating of tiny hearts and birdsong filled her ears. She took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes scanning over the two cats.

One she recognized as Winterpaw, the black-and-white medicine cat apprentice from the Moonflower half-moon meetings, but Flame had only ever attended one or two in her short time as the Stoneteller to-be and had kept her head down when she did. Plus, she never actually had the dreams, she just stood there while the others dreamt of StarClan. So maybe, if she just kept quiet, he wouldn't remember her. The other, a white she-cat with green eyes, looked only vaguely familiar from Gatherings. But she was presumably a warrior, so she might be more dangerous.

She had to pretend to just be a passing loner. She just about might get away with trespassing if she pretended to not know about boundaries or the Clans. They might even show her to the opposite boundary, towards the Moonflower and the Twoleg farm, if she was lucky.

Never mind my name, she countered calmly. She winced in alarm when her Tribe accent was clearly audible, so she forced her voice higher. ''I'm just passing through. You don't own the forest.''