[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Loon

Dappled golden sunlight shone into the small tunnel as Loona jolted awake from her nap. Where was she?! How did she get here? Loona opened her mouth in the dim den and smelled reeds, the river, and... the fading scent of dog.

That's right! Loona shivered as she remembered being cornered by a loose dog, his mouth foaming and the strange twoleg reed tied to his neck dangling behind him as he chased her through the forest. Exhausted from days of being unable to catch prey, she dipped into the den she was currently hiding in and decided to wait him out. Somehow, despite the adrenaline, she had fallen asleep in the den.

Now, however... well, it seemed safe enough. The scent was stale and fading and it certainly was a lot darker when she first came into the den. Hesitantly, the young beige she-cat pulled herself from the den and, to her surprise, found herself next to the river. She quickly trotted over to it and began to drink, not realizing how thirsty she was in the first place.

[ @Dipper]

Fawnsqueak trudged through the forest at a slow pace, gait wobbly on the rougher terrain that jostled his injured leg more than he would've liked. Just to the river, he told himself, then he would return to camp and consider it a successful exercise in maintaining his strength while he healed. During a pause to catch his breath, he soaked in the serenity of hearing the creek nearby, and... an unfamiliar scent drifted through his senses. He tensed, motionless, until he slowly lowered himself to the ground. It was a cat, perhaps in the territory or had been here recently.

Slinking through the undergrowth was a far less stealthy endeavor when his wound made his movements awkward, but he soon caught sight of the unknown intruder. She didn't seem... dangerous, thankfully. With caution, Fawnsqueak unraveled from his crouch to call out, "Hey! You're.. in RiverClan territory-- you can't be here."