Woodspot bristled as she sniffed the air, scenting a cat she knew was not from Thunderclan. "Who's there?!" She called. She felt her tabby fur rise on end and she hissed. A white face in the bushes with brown tabby markings peeked out from the bush.
"I'm not here to hurt you..." Was all the unknown cat said. Still, Woodspots could barely make out the cats face.
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