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She could feel her muscles stiffen and a low growl rumbled in the she-cat's throat. Forcing one paw forward, then another, Ratclaw crept through the forest undergrowth against the protests of her body. Sure she was getting on in her moons, but she wasn't about to let herself fall out of shape. That was why Ratclaw pushed herself so harshly, waking up at dawn every day to exercise. Keeping herself in motion helped her feel more like she was contributing instead of deteriorating. The she-cat heaved a deep sigh and pricked her ears, listening to the soft sounds of the forest. So early, there wouldn't be much prey stirring, but it was always comforting to know that her hearing was still as sharp as ever.

After the moment of reprise, Ratclaw was in motion again, traveling deeper into the woods of TreeClan's territory, The further she went, the heavier the mist seemed to grow, until she was only able to see a few tail-lengths in front of her. Although she hadn't set out to do any hunting, the weather seemed suited to it. Underneath the dampness, a few creatures would be lurking, and they would never be able to see a cat coming in the thick mist. Perhaps Ratclaw would catch something to bring back to the Clan.

Decision made, the gray she-cat inhaled, searching for any fresh scents to start tracking.