"Of course not!"
The pale, orange striped she-cat blinked wide-eyed at the tom, rising her tail in determination.
"Look Cedar, we're almost there," Hawk attempted to soothe, his tongue rasping reluctantly over his lips, "no need to freak out on me." He finished, twitching his whiskers silently. "Hawk, you don't underst-" Cedar began, but was cut off as she followed her friend's gaze to a nearby stream. "Cedar!" Hawk yipped, sounding like an excited dog, "Look! The stream - and paw prints. What did I tell you, huh?" He began to prod forward, not giving Cedar a chance to respond. "Hey, wait up!" She hissed frustratingly, sprinting to his side u