Inkness was drawn by the sound of voices and what seemed like someone shuffling around, setting something up possibly. She crept forward, her pelt helping her blen in with the shadows. She stilled when she stepped on a stick, causing a lound snap as she broke a thick branch with her weight. [i]Shit! I hope no-one heard that. Although it's very likely that they did.[/i] Her whiskers twitched amusedly. [i]I hope my curiosity doesnt get me killed. Oooh. So [b]that's[/b] where that phrase comes from.[/b] She mused.