With the taste of blood lingering on her tongue and an adventurous glint her eyes, the brown and white she-cat bounded across the forest floor. She was quiet and graceful, each leap perfected from moons of practice. She found the hints of her camp’s scent close by, inhaling the smells of her Clanmates. Skidding to a stop, the she-cat peered into the shadowed camp, pushing past a few brambles to enter. “Who’s there?” An alarmed hiss surprised the approaching she-cat. “It’s just me,” she mewed in reply, walking into the moonlight that showered the camp. ~_~_~_~_~ Silence.