Riverharp was on her way out of camp, she had no intention of hunting anywhere else so she decided to head to the river in hope of catching fish.
She padded along alone, and would never stop to check her surroundings she just carried on alone to the river.
She never thought of hunting anywhere else but lately she'd been finding dead rats further up stream.
She hated rats so she'd pull them out using a strong stick and off into the bushes, she just hoped the rats that had come into the clan weren't from the river, they smelt funny.
She crouched in the tall grass by the river and smelled the air.
There was a horride smell coming from up stream.
She followed it now distracted by another rat's foul scent.
She stopped and saw the rats all lined up by the river a foul smell hung in the air.
She grabbed a stick in her mouth and pulled each and every rat into the bushes, the foul smell vanished from the river.
She went back to fishing further up stream.
But she knew something was happening something she didn't want to think about.
