Keeping the Clans Alive {An Advanced Warriors RP} discussion

{Roleplay}
Where kittypets live with their housefolk.

Crow finally reached this area and dropped the mouse he had caught to catch his breath. That trip was more stressful than he had originally intended it to be. However, now he was here, away from the dangerous Clan cats and now stuck with friendly, but naive kittypets, who would leave his catch well enough alone.

As he curled up and bit into his mouse, he glanced at the forests that surrounded the area, wondering where he should go next. After all, there was no food where Twolegs wandered.

As he finished off the mouse and swiped his tongue over his jaws, he thought that he might try his luck in WindClan next. Standing up, he went to pad off in that direction, wondering if the abandoned badgerhole he had stayed in last time was still there.

Larkstorm crept along the edge of a Thunderpath, ears flattened. Her nose was constantly being assaulted with acrid smells emanating from the Twolegplace, She put her nose back to the sparsely vegetated ground, trying to pick up the shreds of the scent trail she'd found just outside of ShadowClan territory. She'd followed it here and had hit a dead end. She shook out her fur, giving up. A hot breeze swept at her idle tail, carrying the vile reek of Twolegplace waste.