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Roseheart nestled herself between two tree roots, contemplating life and the expedition. She would never turn down such an opportunity, not at all. But this was a life or death situation, the fate of her Clan rested on her and the other cats' shoulders. This was a lot to take in all at once. While she was murmuring to herself, she caught sent of something that make her whiskers curl and nose crinkle. "Is that...." Roseheart began, "rouge sent? Ay, me. Just after all of this hullabaloo about a prophecy we gotta rouge thrown right onto our already full plate." She shook her head angrily, debating whether she should lay low or go after the scent. She knew Lavenderstar and the other big cat had gone that direction.
"Blast it all, I might as well." She hefted a sigh, slinking through the underbrush to the source of the scent. She would just keep to the bushes, and if things got rough, she'd pop out and help. Just a rouge, she thought, not even as bad as a fox.