Greytuft stopped suddenly and sniffed the air. Grim looked back confused, was something wrong? "Do you smell that?" he asked, sniffing again. Meadowheart to a whiff of the air, jaws open. She closed her maw and narrowed her eyes and she looked around. Grim smelled the air. He didn't smell anything. "What is it?" he asked, worried now but more confused if anything. Greytuft looked at him with a scowl on his face, "Thunderclan." he hissed.

Grim's eyes widened to the news. Thunderclan! Here! Why? Where? He smelled the air again, now knowing what he should expect. Now indeed he could smell it underneath a scent of dirt and muck.

"They hid their scent." he murmured.

"Not well enough, though." Meadowheart scowled.

Greytuft pin-pointed the scent and followed it to a hazel bush near the forest. He sniffed it and hissed, "He's got quite the nose." he whispered to the Windclan deputy. She nodded an agreement and approached the hazel bush.

"We know you're in there, tree climber! Show yourself!" she hissed.

There was a long pause of silence then a mix-colored shape zipped out of the bush.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OOOOOOOOO. Who is it? What is it? I'm still writing.I am really busy with other errands. But i'm working on it.