Literature
Chpt.8- A trail of Blood
"Squirrelflight!" came a low voice from the undergrowth. Squirrelflight had been crouched low, belly fur just brushing the ground as she crept closer to a small brown mouse. But as soon as the voice cut through the air, the mouse vanished in a flash of gray and brown. Squirrelflight let out a hiss of frustration, turning to see who had cost her her a meal.
"Thornclaw, what are you doing, crashing about in the plants like that! You'll scare every mouse from here to the Moonpool!" she growled, spotting the golden brown tabby padding out of the shadows towards her.
"Sorry, Squirrelflight."