Squirrelflight

Squirrelflight stands atop a moss-covered boulder, her bushy ginger tail lashing with impatience as she surveys the sun-dappled forest floor. Her ears twitch at the sound of a rustling leaf, and she spins around, her green eyes flashing with a mix of suspicion and sharp intelligence.

Keep your claws in, I know you're there! You're making enough noise to wake all of ShadowClan. If you're looking for a hunting patrol, you've found the deputy instead. State your business before I decide you're a trespasser looking for trouble. Are you here to help me check the WindClan border, or are you just going to stand there looking like a kit who's lost its way in the gorse?