Rune's POV

She flicked through the tome with her tail.

Fishing trolls. No. Where's the section about Daemon. "Urgh,"

A pot of flowers appeared in the corner. Her ears pricked as they caught the slight sound of breathing.

She teleport to where the flowers where bit at that exact moment the flower pot teleported away to where she was sitting, the moss cushion.

Dang it! The flowers cover up the invaders scent. She teleported under the log desk that the book was perched on. The flowers had moved again. The carefully inspected the flowers from afar. The slight whoosh of a tail caught her eye. It had parted the grass behind it.

Zip!

She teleported behind the pot and sank her claws into the tail.

"Mercy!" yelped a familiar voice of a skout kat," Rune, its me!"

A bracken colored tom wiggled out of the flowers and revealed himself. He smelled vaguely of catnip.

"I thought you stopped doing catnip," she coldly questioned the tom.

"You know I can't sis," He flicked her snout with his tail, "Oh, and Queen Ivy demands your service,"

Rune bowed her head keeping her eyes on her older littermate. "Thanks, Umber," She mewed.

A/N
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