Definitely Not Tresspassing (o)

This had already been a long day.

Rose trotted as quickly as her burning legs could carry her, glancing constantly over her shoulder. Hours earlier, she’d spotted the fox, crouched over a half-eaten rabbit carcass. It smelled divine. She was no fool; fighting a fox was a death sentence, but luring it away? She could do that- and she had done that, and was now hurrying back to scavenge whatever scraps she could, praying that the rabbit was still there.

Oh, thank the skies. Momentarily forgetting the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, Rose bounded forwards, ignored the mixed cat-fox scent that hung in the air. She sat down beside her well-earned meal, glanced around one last time for any signs of an auburn pelt, and bent her head to thank the Scavenger for this meal. Unfortunately for her, she was a few fox-tails into WindClan territory, and WindClanners blended into the moor grasses better than a fox would.

(Ooc: rose needs a fight req, thanks!)