Stop Don't Touch Me There [closed]

The evening was slightly warmer tonight, as the end of Leafbare pulled in. Hollowbranch sat alone, once more, overlooking the Gorge from a hill. The Gorge was under RiverClan's control now, cutting him off from Cobwebkit and his favorite hiding spot. He hadn't heard or seen Cobwebkit in many moons, and his heart ached for his long lost son. The Gorge was his happy place. It was metaphorical, you see. It was wildly dangerous, yet the only space he felt true. The young tom shifted, as a shadow far below caught his eye. Judging by the the ripple of the grass, it was larger than a rabbit. It was awfully close to the border, slowly getting closer and closer. Soon, it would cross. Taking off stealthily, the tom easily breezed down the moor. He tried to scent, but the wind was not in his favor. He was going to stop it, be it food or intruder.