Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27226016-20160118221216

Suddenly Torrance was forced to side-step when a stampede of cats flooded through the camp entrance. He was surprised. There was a strange she-cat among their ranks. Her fur stripes of gleaming dark gray. She was surrounded by Evergreen, Ambrosia, Falcon, Star, and Abyss. She smelt like an average loner. Had enough cat been captured by the Syndicate? Forced to live a life, they hadn't chosen for themselves.

Her eyes shone resiliently like bright green emeralds. A breeze drifted in from the sea, betraying her true scent, it swamped Torrance's senses. There was the faintest of scents that sprinkled his nose. The smell of snow. The smell of far away mountains. The smell of the Tribe. Torrance remembered the smell of a potential enemy, he'd been groomed to become the next ruler of the Syndicate, which had meant learning scents and faces. With a stunned intake of breath, Torrance realised, this she-cat was Stoneteller's to-be!

What was she doing here? Torrance felt his claws unsheath angrilly. How could she be so mouse-brained? Should I expose her? he pondered. Torrance looked at his Syndicatemates. Doubt washed his gaze. I'll find out why she's here, then decide what to do. After Pike's death, I don't trust anyone anymore...

Remembering made him shiver slightly as he watched what would happen next to the dark gray she-cat. He hoped no one would realise who she was, before he could speak with her.