Thread:The Roleplay Zone/@comment-37968024-20191215031536/@comment-34316394-20191224122403

As they drew nearer to the WindClan border, a fresh scent of WindClan came upon Mothflower's nose. "Wait," she whispered to Firefox. "Something's not right here. Stay behind me."

She poked her nose into the air and sniffed. WindClan scent was gathered just beyond where they were standing. And it wasn't moving.

Why are they just standing in one place?

Her body was faster than her brain. She pushed Firefox back. "Get to camp," she hissed. "WindClan patrol. Waiting to ambush us. We can't let any cats get hurt."