Seeking Answers

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[Enter Closepaw]
Closepaw padded into the Fox place and felt his fur instantly rise when he scented fox. He knew that the foxes that had once lived here were now, long gone, but their scent still remained, and it still sent a chill down his spine.
He glanced around keeping alert, due to his unease. He was sure that something was wrong; he could feel it in every strand of his fur, but he didn't know what it might be, or where it was. Was it here? He didn't know.
The Trooper crouched down, and started to stalk forward, moving silently and swiftly, with his ears swerving, eyes darting, and mouth open to taste the air. He searched through the grounds, trying to find anything that might help him understand these feels of anxiety, but he couldn't find a single clue.
After some time had passed, and still not finding any sign, Closepaw sat up and gazed at the sky. Starclan... they were up there... they would warn the clans if something was wrong, right?

[Tanglepaw]

[Enter Thornhead]
Thornhead ran after his leader Flamestar.
Where are we going to go?, the gray tabby tom wondered. The she-cat seemed to be worried.
Just about this trooper? Or is there anything else goning on?
Thornhead felt uneasy. For him was this a day as normal as any other.
The tom scented the air again. Was this Closepaw? The little tom hadn´t have a mentor yet, so it was dangerous for him.
Thornhead fastened his pace, thronged by Flamestars worried face.

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Closepaw flicked his ears, as a strong wind howled across the land, and slammed into him, nearly knocking him right off his paws. He gazed up at the sky, with a look of fearful surprise in his eyes. The wind had suddenly gotten stronger, and the clouds were black; A storm was approaching fast!
The Trooper crouched down in dread, as he gazed at the sky raging high above him. Then he leaped onto his paws, catching a scent on the wind, and the faintest of sounds. It smelled a bit like a cat, but it was so hard to tell here with all this fox scent in the air.
Closepaw glanced around with unease. Did the foxes return?! He looked back up at the sky, seeing that the storm looked close to breaking loose. A storm during leafbare could never be a good thing! Prey was already hard to find, and a storm could complicate things so much more!
He looked around. He had to worry about the threat that was living and breathing, right now! He was too small and untrained to defend himself against a fox. He would have to find some way to escape!
The young tom whirled around, and then bolted silently and swiftly through the long yellow grass. He tore through the fields with a speed that could only belong to a Windclan cat. Then, seeing a hole, he stopped and charged right inside it. He knew it was never a good idea to go underground, but what choice did he have at this moment? A storm and a threat was right on his trail.
Closepaw crawled deeper down the hole, and managed to turn around in the tight space. It didn't seem to be in use; the soil was hard and stiff, a sign that nothing had went across it in many moons.
The Trooper tensed his muscles, as he waited. If it was a fox, or some intruding cat, he would have to fight if they found him; and he would be ready.