As GoldHolly swiftly slipped out of the den and towards the patrol, they gasped as they looked at her. The best of warriors were in the patrol, also some that ridiculed her. "There was a rouge here..." GoldHolly muttered. "I fought him away, it's safe now." The patrol stared at her in disbelief, but nodded. For fighting the rouge, she smelled awful strong after it. One of the cats of the back snickered to another that she probably killed the cat, but the patrol leader whipped their head back and growled at them to hush them. "Come on, GoldHolly, you must return now and explain this to ShadowStar." The lead patrol cat said, and GoldHolly nodded with a sigh, beginning to follow them back to camp.