I guess I'm pretty glad that you're alone
You said she's scared of me? —
The three legged molly hobbled to the border with her patrol behind her, head moving side to side to keep an eye on her surroundings as her uneven footfalls disturbed ferns and leaves alike. She wasn't trying to be quiet, as her jingling bell on her collar made sure she would be heard. She inhaled, scenting the air to be sure she didn't go too far out of Bloodclan territory, the smells wafting over her tongue as birds chirped loudly and squirrels rustled overhead. Life went on, no matter who tried to stop it.
The living proof of this paused, sitting right on the border with long tail wrapped around her remaining legs, meowing to her patrol, "Do not make moves to attack even if they are hostile. We are here to warn them, not make them think we did this ourselves. And be sure to stay on my right side so I can look out for you two." This sentiment was mostly to herself seeing as she had an issue with dealing with others being hostile but making sure her patrol was safe was her responsibility. So if these cats were hostile, she had to figure out a way to keep an eye on both enemy and friends and not blindly claw at her clanmates. She inhaled as she settled, entire body tense and claws drumming in the dirt as she waited.
— I mean, I don't see what she sees
But maybe it's 'cause I'm wearing your cologne