Anulus opened his pink eyes wearily. The scent of smoke hung heavily in the air, like a foretelling of doom. The pastel-spotted cat shook his head and stretched his dappled legs. Anulus hated the war that he fought in, it took the lives of the cats he loved almost every day now, and the only cats in his family that he was completely sure were alive were his two kits, Spiral and Viridis. /I'm sure that they're okay./ He thought anxiously. /Swirl is a good, trustworthy cat, he can take care of them. But what if.../ Anulus couldn't help but think of the worst possible things: Swirl betraying him, or one of the tribes discovering were they were hidden... "Okay, take a deep breath." He said aloud. "I'll just teleport to the hideout, and check on them." Anulus focused and thought deeply about the outside of the rebellion's hideout, the ferns covering the doorway, the muddy earth,and the guards waiting to pounce on any intruder. When he opened his eyes, he was there. Anulus looked around cautiously. He had to speak to guard first, he couldn't just bust in. "HALT!" Shouted a voice from behind him. Anulus turned around to face a small-ish cat with a rather large helmet and a rather pointy-looking wooden spear. "What are you doing here?!" The cat said in a gruff tone. "I'm...uh...here to see Swirl." Anulus stammered. The young guard lowered their spear a little. "What business do you have with my older brother?" They asked casually. "I'm here to talk to him about..." Anulus paused for a moment, choosing his word carefully. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's all that I have so far! Check back later!
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