Fernstripe padded out of camp, her tail flicking with irritation. She needed some time alone, away from the camp’s bustling noise. The forest felt a little quieter, though still filled with the weight of her thoughts. She slowed when she spotted a shadow lurking in the underbrush; a rogue. Her fur bristled as she narrowed her fern colored eyes.

“Who are you?” Fernstripe’s voice was steady, but there was a hint of wariness in her tone as she took a cautious step forward.