HUNTING BY THE GREAT SYCAMORE!

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    [font=arial] The tom fixed her with an acid look. "We have to leave, Redpaw. Cant you hear the silence?" He hissed, tail lashing back and forth. Was this she-cat really that ignorant, or was she just unknowing of the tension in the air. Chaospaw took a breath and watched the branches wave, but even the wind seemed to stop in honor of this moment.

    Flamepaw's eyes darted back and forth but to no avail he lost sight of the other apprentices. He turned briskly back toward's the way he had came. He then found the others and proclaimed softly but worriedly,"I can't find any of the others."

    "I'm sure they're just hanging around," mewed Redpaw, overly positive, "Are you guys trying to trick me? If there's danger, we should just fight it. Let's get back to the camp or something then."

    Flamepaw hissed his annoyance at Redpaw's ignorance. He understood the criticality of a silenced forest. He begged inside that perhaps it was nothing but the faint smell seemed to have grown stronger but still he could not determine it's nature.
    "Do any of you smell that," he asked quietly as to not disturb anything or draw any for that matter.

    "What kind of smell is that?" mewed Redpaw, puzzled.
    Now she sensed some of the danger that Flamepaw and Chaospaw felt, but she was too a gay cat to get serious.
    "It's foul!" complained Redpaw.