Post by whitewhisker on Feb 5, 2009 15:56:13 GMT -5
Forestfoot was following Amberstar back to TreeClan camp, scenting everything and anything along the way. He was nervous but excited, bouncing along on his toes, head and tail high. The tip of his tail was in fact quivering slightly with anticipation, and his whiskers twitched in a nervy smile. They passed too many trees to count, most empty, grey and leafless, but the undergrowth was thick and green, and Forestfoot had to hurry a little to keep pace in the unfamiliar territory.
He had no idea what to expect, and when he was lead a small way up a hill and left facing a giant tree, he was a little confused. Where was the camp?
He tilted his head and scented the air again, he could smell many cats, and yet he couldn't hear or see any.. He was totally thrown.
He had no idea what to expect, and when he was lead a small way up a hill and left facing a giant tree, he was a little confused. Where was the camp?
He tilted his head and scented the air again, he could smell many cats, and yet he couldn't hear or see any.. He was totally thrown.