Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27350140-20151115151516/@comment-24966231-20160104023351

At first, alarm shot through her. But then, she paused. Maybe it was Bush. Even though it wasn't likely, since she scented 2 cats, and was pretty sure it wasn't Bush's scent, she crept up to see anyway. She approached warily, though instead of Bush, there were 2 cats she didn't recognize. She halted abruptly where she stood in the undergrowth. These cats didn't smell like clan cats, though she could never be sure, but they definitely weren't Bush. One cat- a she cat- called out. "Greetings." It seemed she had just come into the clearing. Meadow crept forward and crouched, trying to hide. But, unfortunately, she got a face full of thorns. It was a bramble bush. Before she could stop herself, she yowled in surprise.