You and Duskwing are close friends. You both are on a patrol, the moonlight hitting your pelts as you both moved along the Thornclan border “Do…you hear that?” The leopard-pattered she-cat asked, her ears standing up and moving around. You strained your ears to listen, and heard rustling in the bushes. You both brace yourselves for the attack, an unfamiliar scent pricked at your nose, and you hissed, Duskwing doing the same