Talk:The Pine Copse/@comment-5324136-20150719042308/@comment-25926899-20150719045507

The scent, Owlshade realized, was another cat. It was oddly familiar but not like any clan cat. He unsheathed his claws and flattened into a crouch as he followed the scent to the source. Then he saw her through the brush, a slim chestnut she-cat. She was staring in the wrong direction to have possibly noticed his scent but was frozen as though she had. His lips curled and he pounced on the strange cat, biting into her neck as he landed.