Wandering (Open)

[Seabiscuit]

A black she-cat padded along through the trees, her head held high and tail waving behind her. She certainly didn't look like a cat that was somewhere she knew she wasn't supposed to be, except for her collar. No Clan cat had a pink collar that made that jingling noise.

Cherokee loved exploring in the forest. The cats that lived here were so lucky, they could play outside all day. Her twolegs got worried if she didn't come home before dark. She could hear them all the way out here calling for her, and she didn't like worrying them.

She'd never been to this part before, the scents were all new. She couldn't fully distinguish between them but she knew different areas had different scents. She'd yet to actually meet a forest cat, though she'd seen a little white one down by the big water.

Maybe today she'd get lucky and meet one.

[Ebonysnarl]

Ebonysnarl winced and flashed his head to the side, the rabbit he was pursuing had just startled and sped off underground somewhere. Why? Because there was the annoying jingling of a bell in the air. That wasn't right. Why was a kittypet in the forest? Oh well, may as well find out. He dashed off to intercept the annoyance, weaving around trees and lumps in the ground, using springy grass like bounce pads and giving himself more speed. He eventually came across the tracks. Yep, definitely a lumbering kittypet. He sniffed the ground quickly, not wanting to get the scent to engraved in his senses. It really stank or more to the point, she really stank and was heading towards the badger set. he knew exactly where to intercept her now.

He reached the point in a few more minutes and stood at the top of a small crest next to a tree, he lay down to wait, looking down at the path he hoped she would take. Sure enough, a few minutes later, she entered the forest, her bright pink colour contrasting sharply and she made so much noise, Ebonysnarl could hear the prey scuttling away from both of them. Just as she passed underneath him, he let out a loud snarling hiss. A very displeased sound and stood up, fur bristling.

What do you think you're doing in FireClan Territory, kittypet?! he spat out, fangs gleaming in the dappled light and blue eyes flashing with venom.