[center][h2][i][color=DC143C] Somewhere on WillowClan Territory. . . [/color][/i][/h2][/center]

[center] Folding his ears back and squinting his eyes against the wind, the skinny black tom snaked quietly over the short grass and stopped quickly by the roots of a large tree, lashing his tail in frustration. He glanced behind him to make sure his patrol was close behind. A strong brown tom and a pure white she-cat crested the slope and stopped alongside the black tom. Opening his jaws to taste the air around him, his ears perked at the scent of cats nearby. They were [i]close[/i]. [color=4169E1][b] "Why do the winds never blow in one direction on this strange land?!"[/b][/color] he hissed. The many rapids and tall trees provided very strong and unpredictable winds that changed direction frequently. [color=4169E1][i] How do these cats catch any prey here? [/i][/color] he thought irritably. [color=4169E1][i] Every piece of prey in the forest would scent you before you could get a paw close! I can't imagine how they're hunting enough to feed themselves in [i]THIS[/i] leafbare. [/i][/color][/center]

[center] He snapped his head back in the direction of his patrol as the white she-cat raised her voice. [color=FF0000][b] "I hear voices from over there!" [/b][/color] The she-cat pointed with her muzzle in the direction of a row of large cedar trees that faded into more dense bushes and longer grass. The tom growled with satisfaction and began quietly padding in the direction of the cluster of voices. The white she-cat and the brown tom followed close at his heels. None of them had eaten for sunrises. They were exhausted. But they knew why they were here. [color=4169E1][i]We found them. . .[/i][/color] He smirked.[/center]