((Yus. That way the powered cats can go in about without anyone noticing.))

Blizzardpaw sighed, "Right. Thanks Starwalker..." She pushed her body upwards, and limped back to the camp. When she got there, she leaned her body to the smooth den walls of the apprentices den. She curled and fell asleep. Also did, Moonfall, Fallenrain, Honeypaw, all cats were padding in their dens, happily falling asleep. Starsong stayed guard tonight.

In LoveClan, it was pretty much the same, cats padding over to there dens after such long day. Sunpelt stayed guard there.

Scar grunted. "Sure," he said, following despite his wounds.

Shiloh looked back to Xalora and Xejana following, and when he looked forward again a branch slammed into his face. He grimaced, "Ugh!" And backed a few steps away, after padding along again. Now a trail was beginning to form, which looked obvious where more than generations of cats had pa,ssed. Then there was a clearing that opened infront of him. It had many pawsteps twisting around, which was like many cats have battled. But not even the fantest scent of blood was there, so maybe it was practice? He kept padding along, looking around curiously. 

Starsong pricked his ears up, as bushes rustled somwhere. "Who's there?" He demanded.

Shiloh halted, one paw still mid-air. Then calmly put his paw down and lowered his body, peering over to something seeming like a camp. There were scents of many cats. "Whatever we do," He very quietly whispered to Xejana and Xalora, "Let's not lead this to a fight. Now, atleast. Probably later, we surely do want this precious territory." And he made a short evil quiet laugh to himself.

Starsong didn't hear much else. Must have beena rabbit.

Shiloh turned around and padded on another direction, finding much new things. Until he found different scent marks of very different cats. He ignored it, and kept padding until he saw a very similar thing to what he had seen back at the camp. Did he go around in a circle? It didn't seem very possible. As much similar they looked, there was just still some difference. 

Sunpelt shifted to another position, and looked over to where he thought there had been noise.

Sunpelt felt bored, and he lazily thumped next to one of the dens, and closed his eyes. He would open them in a few and check around later, anyway. He kept his ears pricked.

Shiloh was sharing the same thoughts of Xalora's, especially now when that cat was off to sleep. "Lets check in." He murmured, and padded through a hole, which seemed like the entrance. He curiously looked around.

Shiloh sniffed around, wondering on each diferent smell. SO many different scents, he felt dizzy by now. He sat down, and imagined himself leader of a really big group of cats. Having both camps together, there would be so many cats! Imagine him being leader of ALL that. 

Finally Shiloh got up, and and noticed a pile of dead prey. Now that was amusing to him. How would it be like this? There were so much prey stuffed up in a pile, ready for the morning. It had so many different kinds, his mouth watered.... Maybe they wouldn't notice if just a few pieces were missing... Or would they?

Shiloh followed, also gently pulling out some weird sort of prey that he was eager to try. It looked bigger than a mouse, very plump, and rounder, with much of a shorter tail. He sniffed at it, trying to remember it's scent to maybe hunt one like this later. Then he froze, as the watch cat shifted in his sleep. Shiloh's eyes widened with alarm, and he quickly padded out as silently as possible. He ordered Xejana and Xalora to go out to, with his mouthful the whisper was hard to understand.

Sunpelt heard some whispers in his sleep, and lazily he got up. He blinked hos eyes open, and the clearing was empty. There was a rustle through some bushes, and then it was silent. Sunpelt wondered about, sniffing at near leaves. He couldn't identify anything.