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"I was sharing tounges with Nonipaw a few days ago and she had a weird scent on her head and chest, one ive never smelled before." He opened his mouth again "It was this scent."

(cloud—I have Firestrike, Jadepaw, and Pebblepaw if you want to do something! :3)

Glade watched Raven and Mistyfur as if he forgot he was presant, standing there without doing anything. He slid his gaze around to Sootstripe and a wide grin spilled onto his muzzle. The large black rouge launched himself at the warrior without any warning. His claws extended and he aimed at the other tom's throat.

Sootstripe detected Glade's movement a moment after the tom launched himself into the air. He twisted away, his heart pounding with the sudden motion and his blood shot with adrenaline, but when he scrambled to his paws again, he was relatively unscathed. "Thanks!" He panted, noticing Mistyfur, then shifted his gaze from his savior to Glade. "Attacking me when I didn't expect it? Is that how you rogues fight? Disgusting!" He hissed, launching himself at the tom.

(Jade, did you see my post?)

(oh look who? Yeah, my internet just decided to nope because of snowstorms. Sorry guys! Jade, how about LilacPaw and PebblePaw go hunting?)

(Happy late birthday bud)

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(You can start )

(Frostbite--wait, what is the scent actually?)

"Good job noticing!" Featherspark replied. "Let's see if we can track it. The most important thing when it comes to following a scent is taking your time; consider it slowly, and try to figure out if it feels more concentrated in one direction or another. You can even turn around if that help."

Raven hissed and twisted out of Mistyfur's way, taking a shallow scratch down her side in the process. She spun, claws out, and whipped them at Mistyfur's muzzle.

Sootstripe's eyes widened as he tumbled back, Glade's considerable weight throwing him off-balance. He dropped to the ground, then kept rolling, using the momentum to quickly—if clumsily—climb back to his paws. "I think I will," he hissed in reply, ducking low and lashing out at Glade's legs.

Pebblepaw yawned as she stepped out of the apprentices' den, glancing around lazily at the sleepy camp. Catching sight of Lilacpaw, she padded cheerily over to the she-cat. "Hey! How are you?" She purred.

Lilacpaw sighed. "I'm so bored. I have nothing to do." She said and bit at a flea. "Of course, everyone else is busy and has no interest in doing something with me." She continued and sighed dramatically, twitching her tail.

(Frostbite -- Oh, okay. Got it!)

Featherspark kept pace with her apprentice, her tail swishing lazily through the cool air as she watched him track. She paid little attention to the scent he was following, preferring to let him try on his own first, but suddenly...The she-cat's ears perked as she breathed in, a familiar scent tickling her nose. "Stop," she breathed, her voice clipped. "I recognize the scent you're tracking. It's a rogue."

Pebblepaw chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "I'm not doing anything. Do you want to hunt or something? You can even pick where we go!" She offered with her usual optimism. "It's a little chilly, but I think the cold is nice."

Sootstripe's eyes flashed with triumph as his claws connected with Glade's legs, though by the time he regained his balance, Glade was out of sight. He whirled around and locked eyes on the dark tom, the fur prickling along his spine as he shook a clump of fur from his paws with calculated laziness. Still, he was an impatient fighter, and he only lasted for a few quiet moments before he launched himself at his opponent again.

Glade watched Sootstripe look around for him and was prepared when the tom launched himself and him. He swiftly dove to the side to dodge the blow. The dark rouge glanced back to see how Raven was doing before staring back at his opponent.

Raven yowled as she felt Mistyfur's teeth close around her leg. She wrenched it away, gritting her teeth against the pain that shattered through the area. A glance behind her confirmed her suspicions; blood trickled down her leg, staining her dark fur. The she-cat did her best to hide her wince of pain as she turned back to Mistyfur, her eyes locked on the she-cat and one paw poised to strike if Mistyfur moved at her again. "Is that all you've got?" She taunted, shifting her weight onto her good leg in preparation.

Sootstripe growled as he stumbled past Glade, his paws scrabbling to find purchase on the slick leaves coating the forest floor. When he had regained his balance, he turned around and glared, his ears burning beneath his fur. Glade was faster than him; that much was clear. Lunging isn't working So Sootstripe stared Glade down with a haughty gleam in his eye, waiting for the tom to strike.

(𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮 Cinnimon-roll-Sand When/how should we break up the fight?)

"I don't know exactly," Featherspark replied, careful to keep her voice calm to avoid scaring Blackpaw any further. We should probably go back to camp; a skirmish with a rogue and an untrained apprentice can't end well. "Some rogues don't respect our scent-lines. It's— it's been happening pretty frequently over the last couple of weeks. Nothing our warriors can't handle, of course," she added hastily. "We should go back to camp."
(The only rogue I have is Raven, and, unfortunately, she's in the middle of a battle)