Tigerstar padded through the stench of rotten things, like wood and prey. The gray trees' branches entwined and flushed out the pale sickly light. His nose scrunched up, but he clearly scent another cat. One he didn't recognize. It wasn't Mapleshade.. Or Hawkfrost... Or any other cat he knew Who dares to approach me? His warning hiss traveled through the trees, going farther then just around him. The thick, chilly wind echoing his words like it was ancient and not to be forgotten
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