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Camellia was surprised that this brown doe had such a gentle voice. It's rather soothing. Having overheard the conversation between Dogs and Crocus, she knows a pfeffa is now involved in their raid. "umm.. let's go.. from this side and if it doesn't work out we can retrace our steps and try a different route. Dogs and Crocus will cover us. Hopefully" she said, and glanced over her shoulder to look back at Crocus.

Dogsbane listened intently to his team's captain and gave a few short nods of his head. "I sure can lead. Leave it to me, Crocus." He gave her a small smile and took a few deep breaths. "Alright, the rest of you, stay behind me and I'l get you in." He bounded, but slowly, and quietly, stopping every few seconds to lift his head and wiggle his ears. Finally on the far side, he slowed to a stop.

Camellia looked around her carefully for any other signs of movements in the grass. There was no movement and proceeded to follow Dogs. She watched Darkbrier follow after him first and quietly hopped along at the same pace Linnet is on. Ears flat against her body, she hopped while glancing over at her partner every once in a while.

Crocus brought up the rear, casting her gaze about from side to side while she watched for the cat. The hay pile seemed quiet. As the group moved into the silo, it got even darker- nearly pitch black. The only light was the moonlight that trickled in through the cracks in the walls and the sliver that came in through the door. That was actually a good thing- it meant that if the cat came in, there would be a sudden shift in shadow. They'd know it, at least. That might give them a chance to escape. She didn't want to make too much noise- it would echo off the rounded walls. She flicked her ears at her team and nodded. Time to use their noses and start the search.

- staff roll -

Edit:

What was...?
The old tom could swear there was something scratching in the silo. Perhaps rats again. He wasn't quite up to catching them as he used to be, but that didn't mean he would just let some rats run around on his farm, oh no.

Shifting the hay that had settled on his body as he woke up fully and stretched, the tom yawned widely, his teeth yellow with age but still sharp.

Sniffing, he became confused. That didn't smell like rats...

Camellia looked around inside the silo sniffing the air. It definitely smelled like really strange. "Hopefully the mice won't make too much rookus when they see us" she whispered, noticing the drops left behind. Still looking around keeping watch of everyone, she lets her eyes adjust to the environment as she scans the objects in front of her.

Darkbrier followed the others in, pausing when she sensed them stopping and doing her best to look around. It was just about dark as pitch in here, and she could smell the nerves on some of the others. Not that she wasn't nervous, exactly, but the darkness was more a friend to half-blind doe than it was to most others. Her dark fur and her blind right eye had led her to accept the darkness a long time ago.

"Best be quiet unless it's needful." The first words the doe had spoken to anyone tonight, in a tone almost as low and earthy as the place they called home. She spoke very softly, but not actually in a whisper; she'd found that the higher pitch of a whisper caught attention from much further away. And remaining undetected was key right now with their lead off checking for danger.