Sunstorm
Sunstorm crouched in the highest branch of the tree, looking down at the RiverClan cat. She wasn't used to climbing trees--in fact, she couldn't even remember how she'd gotten up there in the first place--but she figured it couldn't be any harder than climbing hills or rocks.
Sunstorm peered down at the RiverClan cat. He was gray--the color of her friend Fogfur. What was he doing in a tree? RiverClan wasn't known for their climbing, after all. Her first instinct told her to jump him, but she made herself wait. This didn't smell like Clan territory--it smelled dank and old, like something buried in the moor a long time ago. That wasn't a Clan scent. Something told her she was very far from home.
