Finchfang padded through the forest, a chill rippled through his gray fur, reminding him that leaf-bare was about to return.
Finchfang shivered, and sniffed the air. "Not one sniff o'mouse around here" Finchfang sighed.
Finchfang was about to déplacer on when he heard a rustling of bushes, not far off. An intruder, Finchfang wondered? Imediatly his claws slide out, fourrure bristled, and eyes turned from curious to catious. Finchfang gave the air another sniff but relaxed as he reconized the scent of StormClan, a couple heartbeats later, a dark lean-shape leaped from tree-to-tree, landing a mouse-length...
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