Forestspots curled up in her nest. The soft breathing of the cats around her was comforting. She glanced around at the familiar shapes. One pelt in particular caught her gaze. Thornclaw. Such a big shot warrior. 'He wouldn't notice a small meek warrior like me.' Forestspots thought to herself.

She also spotted another cat. Speckledpelt. Her sister. Such a little thing. Barely a warrior, Speckledpelt was spending her first night in the warriors den. Forestspots looked at her paws. She needed sleep.

Just as Forestspots was drifting off, a yowl split the air. The cats jumped to their feet and darted into the camp. "What is it?" Sorreltail yelped.

"Who yelled?" Birchfall shouted.

"What's going on?" whimpered Foxleap.

"Calm down." Roared Firestar. "Thornclaw, take Mousewhisker and Cloudtail to find whoever yowled. Oh, and take Forestspots."

Forestspots felt her ears get hot as she fell into step beside Thornclaw. She blinked and tried to focus on the path in front of her. Forestspots looked up and saw a twoleg kit chasing a small Shadowclan apprentice. "Thunderclan, attack!" yowled Thornclaw.

Forestspots shot towards the apprentice and grabbed his scruff as the others surrounded the twoleg and chased it off. Forestsots set the little ginger tom down and he scrabbled towards the Shadowclan camp. "That was brave, Forestspots." Thornclaw said brightly.

Forestspots licked her chest in embarrassment. "It was nothing, really." She purred.

Forestspots padded back to camp. Speckledpelt darted up to her. "What was it?" she cried.

"A twoleg was harassing a Shadowclan apprentice by the border. Poor thing was scared to death." Forestspots purred.

Speckledpelt glanced over her shoulder at a reddish tom. "Foxleap asked me to be his mate today!"

"Really? That's great!"

Speckledpelt looked like she was going to burst with joy. She bounced across the camp and greeted the young warrior. Forestspots smiled and shot a glance at Thornclaw, who was telling Brambleclaw about the twoleg. His golden pelt shone in the early morning light. She had to tell him her feelings for him eventually, but she could never muster up the courage. "Hello."

Forestspots turned to see Firestar. "Hello Firestar." Forestspots mewed dipping her head.

"I need you to lead a border patrol along the Shadowclan border."

"Okay."

"I get the feeling it wasn't by chance that apprentice was inside our borders when to twoleg was."

"Me too. Who should I take?"

"Whoever."

Forestspots turned. "Thornclaw, Cloudtail, and Bumblestripe. Border patrol." Forestspots shouted.

She led the cats to the Shadowclan border. The cats hadn't gotten far when Forestspots scented trouble. "Get down!" she hissed to the patrol.

The cats ducked into some bracken. Forestspots clearly saw a Sahdowclan patrol inside the border. Very far inside. Forsetspots recognized Rowanclaw, Toadfoot, Ratscar, and the apprentice she rescued earlier. The Shadowclan cats whispered quietly amoung themselves. Cloudtail growled and stood but Forestspots stopped him. "They might be here because of danger in Shadowclan." She whispered.

Forestspots stood and approached the patrol. "What brings you to our territory?" she questioned, not hiding the fury in her tone.

"We need to speak with Firestar." Spat Rowanclaw.

Forestspots signaled for her parol to come out. "Then we'll escourt you there." Growled Thornclaw.

The cats walked in silence to the camp. "Firestar, Shadowclan wants a word with you." Bumblestripe hissed casting a fourocious look over his shoulder.

Ratscar stepped foreward. "Out marigold supply is gone and we need more now. We were hoping Thunderclan could supply us. Unless you are all cowards."

The snarls that erupted put a smug grin on Ratscar's face. "Jayfeather, bring out as much marigold as we can spare." Firestar called.

The blind medicine cat dropped a bundle of marigold at Ratscar's paws. He picked it up and his parol was escorted out by Brambleclaw and some others. "Something's not right." Jayfeather murmured. "Those cats reeked of marigold."

Forestspots cast a glance over her shoulder. Jayfeater was right. The Shadowclan cats smelled like they were up to their whiskers in marigold. Something definitely was up.