It was like any other day, a routine morning patrol with Gazwing and Soapshade. Until it wasn’t exactly routine.

Ghostpelt had noticed something was off as soon as they neared the familiar border between the clan and an unclaimed area which also practically stretched over to Kortacclan, placing a hefty few metres between both clans.

Of course, when he notified the other two toms about it, they just brushed it off with a shrug and, “You’re just thinking too much.”

That could’ve been true and, hell, Ghostpelt was beginning to think that too, if it weren’t for the strange scent lingering upon the short grass. The deputy was already growing suspicious. So, he took it upon himself to walk more ahead of the two cats, leaving them to…whatever they were up to, clearly not paying attention to their surroundings.

Stalking forward, his ears flicked towards the not-so-distant snapping of a twig, his steps becoming more gentle and quiet as he grew ever closer to the source. Now, he definitely knew he wasn’t ‘just thinking too much’, not when he saw an unfamiliar figure fling by before Ghostpelt lunged and tackled the rogue to the ground.