Moonpaw
The silver tabby padded beside Coralshard, making sure to scent the area to see if there were any traces of prey, as well as listen for the scuttling of a mouse or the flaps of a bird's wing. Something odd caught her nose, it wasn't prey. It wasn't a Clan cat either or a forest scent. What could it have been? Moonpaw had never really been introduced to the scent of a loner. Sure, she had heard about them often, but she had never actually gotten a scent of one. She always thought they smelled of Crowfood or something.
Ambershade
The chocolaty-brown tom turned his eyes into tiny slits of amber. He had been scenting for prey, but it seemed that he found a loner instead. He didn't bother telling the others. Unless they had completely forgot about all their moons of training, they could surely smell the scent of something. And if they actually were clueless about the different smell, he would inform the patrol. Ambershade flicked his tail lightly as the scent was growing stronger with each pawstep he took.
AdamAdam lashed his tail around, though he couldn't help but listen to the brown-and-white tabby she-cat. He had never thought of Twoleg's gestures as strangling, but now that this cat mentioned it... And he supposed it would be fun to venture into the forest.... Wait, what was he thinking?! This was his home, and it always would be! Wouldn't it? "What're you talking about, my housefolk are very kind to me. And why would raw meat be appealing?!" The ginger tom retorted, fluffing up his pelt more to seem bigger. "And why are you hear anyway? Is it your job to scoop up housecats and take them to the forest? Huh?" Adam didn't care if he was babbling, he was just trying to come up with the best retorts he could think of.