Fang stopped for a moment, she sat down and ran her paw over her head. A small scent of cats rushed past her. Cats? It smells like two cats! She hopped up and rushed over to where the scent had come from. I was right! Two cats stood there one dark gray she-cat tasted the air. ``Hi there!`` She'd call.

Blackfire unknowingly ran into Stormclan territory while chasing a squirrel.
"Fox dung!" he cursed, as the squirrel slid between two rocks.

Frost arched her back, if they tried too kick her out of "there territory" then she would show them whose it was.

Blackfire opened his mouth and tasted the air.
"I'm in the Stormclan territory." he said.
Shrugging, he went deeper into the territory.
Who cares? If they kill me, I'll take as many of them as I can with me.

Stormpelt missed another vole but she caught a squirrel and mouse. She headed towards the bush that was their camp for now. She walked back to the bush There was a scent.
It's not Lightningstar's or mine... A rouge? Maybe. Well if they attack, i'll show them what i'm made of. No one is going to hurt Lightningstar!
Stormpelt hurried to the bush, and waited for Lightningstar to return.

Blackstar padded on, looking warily for any sign of a Stormclan warrior.

*Forgot to ping!*

She followed the cats back to the small Make-shift dens in the Stormclan camp, her long fluffy tail high with pride. she wondered if Whats his name? she questioned herself, would be around here. She finally made it to their camp but was seen by one of the cats possibly.

Name: Mud
Gender: Tom
Colors: A handsome brown tabby and marbled tom.
Personality: ???
Abilities: Famous at the barn for his amazing battle skills, meh at hunting.
Age: 31 Moons
Clan: None, an outsider at a possible group of loners at the barn.
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Blackheart padded further into Stormclan territory.
A makeshift clan. he thought I could probably steal a mouse or two from their fresh-kill pile.