Post by swiftpool on Feb 3, 2008 9:56:37 GMT -5
Swiftpool sniffed the air, a feeling of unease growing in her belly. She had sensed the nervousness of the RiverClan cats of late about the Rouges and decided that a hunting patrol might cheer up the camp a bit and reassure Blackstar of the camp's saftey. She padded into the warriors den. "Does anyone feel up to a hunting patrol?" she meowed.