Blossompaw yawns, before blinking at her sister, Leopardpaw. 'Don't know,' she murmurs, 'the scent is strong and if those cats are aggressive, we need to fight and I don't really know if we can fight. We all are exhausted.' She looks around: next to the lake, there is a camp with a really strong scent of cats. 'Maybe we should just go inside and talk to them. I am sure we can talk some sense into unknow cats, even if they are cats with no brain.'
She grins a little, before turning to her other siblings. She is sure they can fight, or swim away if they have to. Well, the swimming part is for Moonpaw, Hazelpaw, Leopardpaw and herself, but Lilypaw... she can't really swim, so Blossompaw is a little worried about it.
'It's your choice,' she whispers, looking forward, 'I step back.'
There are two kinds of people: The ones who blame others and the ones who blame themself. I am part of a third group: the ones who know who's blame it really is.