{No one knew who she was} all she had was a scent, [o]ne that smelled like roses

[font=verdana][color=black][size=11px]Coming out of the foliage, Onering had indeed scented the strange-smelling she-cat as he came to confront her, "Who are you and what is your business in Skyclan territory?" the large black warrior questioned, his yellow gaze looking her over for any signs of hostility.

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[justify]Brimstar was not in the greatest mood. The cynical and gruff tom was never in what one would consider a "good" mood, but his temperament was particularly sour tonight. It may have been late, but his rampaging thoughts kept him up past a decent hour; as such, he was wide awake when a foreign scent drifted into camp, chased by the voices of his clanmates as they confronted the intruder.

Expecting his presence to be required (much to his disdain), the grouchy leader peered out of his den, heaving a sigh. It seemed the feline population's sense of smell was slowly declining over the moons. At least, that's what it felt like. "What are you doing here?" he asked wearily, swallowing back the sharp remark that had been poised at the tip of his tongue.[/justify]

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[justify]Sleep deprived and a tad bit grouchy, Astercloud joined the growing horde of felines. His gaze was sharp and not impressed, and the female who claimed to smell like roses was a bit overly perfumed in his opinion. No worries, with the number of SkyClanners gathered here at this time, she would surely be chased out soon given she does not supply a probable reason for being here. "But did you not heed our scent markings? Surely an ex-clan cat would have acknowledged the clan territory and waited upon the border in a civil manner. You, instead, waltz right into our camp and expected us not to chase you out, or so I assume," Astercloud informed, green optics falling to slide as his suspicions were aired.

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