Story Chain

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Carried Home Ongoing Story Challenge!!!
So, this is going to be a fairly simple little challenge for the 2nd Birthday of Carried Home! This is going to be an ongoing story-thing, where the final word, sentence, or line of dialogue of one persons post has to be the first word, sentence, or line of dialogue of the next persons post! However, they can use that word, sentence, or dialogue in whatever context they want! For an extra bit of challenge, add a theme word at the end of your post, which the next person has to incorporate into their story. 

Rules
-Keep the Story Going!!!!
-Try to keep in the general theme of Leaf-fall
-Keep the chain of words going.

Prizes
-Participation
-50 feathers for your first entry, and 20 for each entry after that!


I will start us out

 
     Tickstorm walked into the junkyard, her tortoiseshell fur illuminated by a large harvest moon. As the lights shone down on the clutter, casting long, ominous shadows down on her. 
    Why had her siblings agreed to meet here, of all places? Even in the daytime, this place was creepy, abandoned, and full of rats. But at night, it seemed to transform into something different. The shadows gained power here. In the darkness, the beady eyes of rats twinkled, always watching the tortoiseshell she-cat. But Tickstorm would not let the others think she was some sort of Scaredy cat. What kind of warrior would she be if she could not handle a few shadows? So, she pushed down her doubts, and soldiered onwards. 
    Behind her, something fell to the ground, echoing with a large crash. 
    "Who's there?!" she called. 
                                                                                                                                                                                  
So, whomever posts next has to start with the Words "Who's there" and the first theme word is....Orange!

    

[GnawingOnIce]

”Who’s there?!” the she-cat called.

Amaris backed into the shadows, away from the harvest moon light and the piece of metal she accidentally knocked off the mound while observing and the leaves that were turning orange she left in her wake. She had been wandering the forest, discovering the scents and trying to gain more knowledge of these Clan cats she had heard of but never seen.

She took a breath and calmed herself, forcibly laying her flowing fur to its original state. How could she have been so clumsy? Her yellow eyes glowed in the abyssal shadows. The orange in her tortoiseshell pelt blazed as she stepped into the light. She stood tall and with her chest out, the large scar that marked a side of her neck and went down her white chest apparent. She wasn’t afraid of this younger cat. Who would she be if she was?

”Me.” Amaris growled.

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The next theme word is birds.