SPIRITFIRE
Weaving through the undergrowth, the white she-cat moved quickly about her task, leaving scent markers on the trunks of pines and the branches of brambles. As she reached the end of the border, she gave another glance around. No sign of enemies or intrusion. Good. Spiritfire turned back to where she had left her clanmates and took off at a trot. Upon arriving at the location, she cast her orange eyes about at her patrol mates.
"Right, are we done here?"