Wolfheart:
"Alright, now can you scent anything?" he asked. They were still close to camp. Wolfheart, however, had a horrible smell drift to his nose. "Oh, no." the scent was mixed with fear but from which cat, he did not know. The grey tom was well known for his extraordinary sense of smell. He wondered if Falconpaw could smell too. "Come on." he pawed towards the back of the nursery. He just caught a glimpse of a strange tail. "Follow me!" he yowled in a voice that would tell Falconpaw danger was close. He kept following the scent, not stopping until they came across a clearing. A two-leg scent mingled with the other mixed scents. Wolfheart realized with a jolt that there were dogs carrying, what seemed to be, a mother and her kit. "Oh, jeez. Uh, Falconpaw? You still with me?" he asked anxiously.
Foxstorm:
Foxstorm had excellent hearing. He just heard a terrified scream that was soon muffled. "Ya heard that, Bluepelt?" then, without waiting for an answer, he trotted off behind the den. And saw a grey tom. "Wolfheart? Come on, Bluepelt!" without waiting, he dashed off after Wolfheart and climbed up a tree tosee what was going on. "Bluepelt?" he whispered, hoping she was still there.
