Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115150847/@comment-27350140-20151117195254

At the border, in the shade of the trees in the early light, two bright green eyes were visible from the undergrowth. The she-cat slowly stepped out from her hiding place, glancing around. She had thick, dark grey fur that seemed almost smoke-like and a small and thin structure. She was easily recognizable as a Tribe cat just from her appearance, although she had mostly lost the scent of her old home. After being driven away by the Dusk Syndicate territory, she simply wanted somewhere to hunt or sleep.

She didn't know much about BlogClan, but she heard they were kind. They obviously wouldn't accept her trespassing, but they hopefully wouldn't shred her like the Dusks had. With a grimace of pain, she turned around to lick her battle wounds. She knew the herbs that would help from her training, but couldn't find them. It seemed even StarClan was against her sometimes.

Her ears perked up as she heard a mouse in the leavy bushes. If she could just hunt and get out of here fast, perhaps towards the Twoleg farm and the Moonflower, she'd be safe...