Lost Pet!

Her nose wasn't good for much, but the scent was so familiar that even the faintest trace of it hit Daisyfire like a truck. A truck. She hadn't thought of those in quite some time. Regardless, the tom took quickly to searching for the source of the twoleg-scent in MoonClan territory. Having been a warrior so long, he almost marveled at the fact that he knew the tell-tale scent of a kittypet so well. It didn't take long, of course, until he found a kit curled and looking miserable.

His fur prickled, knowing it was likely her duty to chase the young cat out of the territory. What business did they have here, anyway? Looking at the kittypet, though, she felt a twinge of pity. As long as the stranger left, it would be fine, right? It would be an unnecessary fight, after all. Steeling herself for the worst, Daisyfire made sure to clear her throat loudly.

“Shouldn't you be with your housefolk?,” she asked firmly, giving the stranger a gentle nudge. “What are you doing out here?”

He watched the theatrics of the kit, still not sure why housefolk would be in the woods. Then again, they did a lot of weird things cats simply could not explain beyond that they were housefolk. Her story reminded Daisyfire of Foxlily, briefly considering Clan cats lucky to know the forest so well.

“In any case, we need to get you back to them. You can’t stay here.” Her voice was gentler than she’d intended, feeling her morals being tugged by the miserable kitten. “Well, I suppose you could but I don’t think you’d want to. Do you remember anything from where they were, besides the trees being pretty?” Would they really stray far into MoonClan territory? She couldn’t be sure, but perhaps some sort of landmark could help her get the kit home quickly - and Daisyfire could report the twolegs in the area for the Clan’s safety.

Mini-? Oh. Their den. Twolegs had portable houses? Daisyfire made a mental note of the information, in case it ever somehow became relevant again, but nodded gently at the younger cat. “I was already out here, running into you was just a coincidence,” she mused. “If you can remember any of the smells, maybe we can follow the river and find out whether or not they’re still there. Does that sound alright? Sound doable?” She wrinkled her own nose, knowing it’d be of no use in this situation. While she’d be able to smell the smoke if they got close enough, tracking was never her strong suit. Sure made scenting the territory a pain.