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At this rate, it would be mid-morning by the time Rose reached the other side of the territories.

The stars shone brightly overhead as the silvery loner trotted along beside the road, ears pricked for any signs of approaching cars. There were relatively few this late at night, but every now and then, one would appear on the horizon, lights shining bright and artificial. As the tell-tale rumble reached her ears, Rose sprung off the road, finding herself at the rim of a large hollow, surrounded by four towering trees. She balked at the scent that rose up to meet her, the smell of more cats than she could ever imagine in one place, but stale and old, and she did not like to be this close to a passing car. They could skid.

With a nervous flick of her tail, Rose sped down into the hollow, mouth agape to better gauge the recentness of the cat-scent. Not terribly old, it, but the grass here had not been trodden down. Whatever great host met here could not do so often, and besides, she thought she smelled prey. That, combined with the sound of her rumbling stomach, drew her nearer to the large rock that sat in the middle of the hollow.

A single leap took her to the top of the stone, trying to pinpoint the smell of squirrel. Unfortunately, it had either seen her coming or fled to its hollow minutes earlier.

The member 'cocoa' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 4

A fawn tabby emerged from the brush on the ThunderClan border, chuckling a little. “Hi,” she purred. “I’m Sageroot. Nice day out, how’re you doing?”

OOC: Sorry for short post

A rustle, the sound of pawsteps.

Rose took a step backwards, fur bristling. In the darkness it was difficult to see what, exactly, was approaching, but for now, atop this great rock, she had the advantage of height, and was loth to give it up. Some of the tension ebbed from her paws as a lone cat exited the undergrowth, one with a friendly voice. Sage… root? She supposed that made some sense. This cat, then, must also be a loner, like Bracken Wing and Whisper Ear. What common heritage did these loners share, for their names to all have the same bizarre format?

”My name is Rose,” she mewed cautiously, not daring to walk any closer, still perched upon the enormous rock. “I am… fine?”

Sageroot padded up to the rock, a smile breaking across her face. “Y’know, I’ve never seen anyone who’s not a leader or deputy up there. Mind if I join you, since nobody’s watching?”