The Scruff Man (Open thread)

[Shadey-la]

Tripping along gracefully, the grayish, orange tom walked along, then stopped suddenly. He could smell a lot of cat scents. But two stood out here. One was more marshy, and the other.... a mingle of sorts, but starting to smell more like pine than that other scent. He shook his head. He was in a bad place, he suspected. Better not bring the others here. We wouldn't want to start any trouble, especially since I can scent hostility between these two groups. he thought, sniffing again. He shook his head. Well, may as well turn back and report. His golden eyes blinked slowly, and a yawn stretched across his mouth. Scruff wasn't used to this territory. His old home was much better. Much.... less hostile, it seemed to him.

[Scriptheart]

Petite paws carried the small femme across the scent border of her clan's territory. Scents swirled around her and curled themselves up to her scentglands, there was ThunderClan scent, the scent of her own clan, vague prey scent...and another. A scent she had not been witness to before. Perhaps a rouge or loner? Jackelpaw proceeded in the way of this strange scent. Well, one wouldn't expect her to just leave it alone would they?

No, not her, she was a curious one. The kind of female who always seemed to be yearning for knowledge and bettering her own mind as well as the minds of others. This, among other things, drove her forward. Now, she wasn't a dim cat, she wasn't just going to charge this stranger like some unpatient warriors would. Jackelpaw slowed her light pawsteps and lowered her mottled bodice to slightly swampy ground between TwilightClan and ShadowClan. She was now in neutral territory but still cautious. Some cats were a little more aggresive then possibly needed.

Reaching a bare limbed, low hanging tree sheweaved through its spiked fingers until this new cat was in the sights of navy pools. Should she call out or just wait and watch? Taking the less invasive options she settled down quietly between two of the thicker branches. Thin twigs obstructed her veiw slightly and her creamy paws sunk into the soft ground and the dampness of it seeped between her toes. Not the most comfortable place to settle, but the least noticable.