1x1 (Mist and sierra5043)

[WinterWanderer]

"Only an old badger scent." Bear whispered.

[Mist]

"As long as it doesn't come back," Shimmer meowed.

[WinterWanderer]

"I can't Believe Fogclan lives in the Mists like this." Bear whispered, looking at the Moonlit sky beyond the trees.

[Mist]

"They're used to it," Shimmer meowed with a flick of her tail.

[WinterWanderer]

"Yes, but we're used to being on a Prairie, filled with beautiful things. In this fog, you can barely see your Paws in front of your nose." He lashed back.

[Mist]

"They can," Shimmer meowed. "Remember they have the strongest sight out of all the Clans."

[WinterWanderer]

A small shadow passed by the Den entrance.

[Mist]

"Something's out there," Shimmer meowed.

[WinterWanderer]

-Into the Conversation of the strange cats-
"Take him. He's your son." A tabby brown she-cat growled at a Lean, black and white tom. In her jaws was a Tiny kit with Black tabby fur.

[Mist]

"And how do you propose that I feed him?" the tom asked. "He doesn't look old enough to eat prey."