Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151131/@comment-27038405-20160117200947

As Flame padded into the territory of the Syndicate, she tried to recall everything she knew about them. Their territory covered about a quarter of the forest, the vast cliffs and the entire beach. They were powerful cats, ruled by a monarchy of heirs. The current ruler, as she knew it, was Malo, and his heir was Torrance. Of course, she couldn't let on that she knew this- she was just a loner or rogue to them. They hopefully wouldn't recognize her from a Gathering or two a few moons back... hopefully.

Her belly growled loudly, and the black-and-ginger she-cat hissed in irritation. She'd be surprised if the whole forest hadn't heard that. With a jolt, she realized she hadn't eaten since yesterday. Flame dropped into a hunters crouch, sneaking up on a mouse quietly, otherwise unaware of what was going on around her.