I'm here... now what? {P}

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Oakpaw paused at the territory border, his heart pounding, his senses alert. His eyes flickered from shadow to shadow as he took a few tentative steps, finally crossing into the territory of the Blackheart Rogues, the area known as the Murky Forest. [i]Calm down, man. He told himself. There ain't anyone here. His own words barely reassuring, he trudged on, silently as possible. His steps short and light, he treaded carefully, not wanting to make too much noise. A squirrel - or at least he assumed that's what it was - scurried off somewhere in the distance, it's tiny, scratching footsteps scattering leaves, and clattering on the bark of a tree. His ears swiveled around his head as he strained to hear any other noises, strained to hear any possibe threats.

The sun rose higher in the sky as he neared the camp, the smell of the cats growing stronger, and occasionally a faint noise could be heard in the silence of the day. Some patrols would probably be about, but they weren't likely to be patrolling where he was at the moment. Sure, they'd find his scent - he'd been stupid enough to not cover it - but by the time he found them he'd be safe, and secure. Now, to find Tango. He thought. He knew he'd probably be shunned upon for going to see his half-brother. He didn't know how kindly these cats took to visitors, either. But what was he to do? Waltz into camp like he belonged? Or sit here, in the middle of enemy territory, and hope the first cat that came upon him was either friendly or Tango himself - both of which seemed highly unlikely. No warrior would treat kindly to cats of an enemy clan. But what would they think if he just walked in? He had to decide soon. The sun now was in the middle of the sky, and he knew it wouldn't be long before him - or his trail - would be discovered. Perhaps that is what he'd do now - cover his scent. Trotting off quickly, he found some mud-like ground, though there wasn't a water source, and the ground was barely damp. However, it'd have to do. Rolling from side to side, he thoroughly coated himself with the dirt, hopefully disguising himself.

Now, to head off to their camp... If he could find it. What if Tango wasn't even there? What if he was taken hostage? What if... he was killed? You ain't gonna get hurt. He told himself, trying to force himself to believe it. Maybe... maybe he'd find Tango along the way, if he was lucky. I hope I'm lucky... He thought as he continued on, the forest growing thinner, spreading into what was the city. The scent of cats was strong, and Oakpaw shrunk into a corner, heart racing beyond what he ever imagined it could, too afraid to go on. He realized how stupid he was just now, and hoped he wouldn't be found. He didn't dare move, and he'd probably sit her until night, if he could make it that long without being discovered.

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