Goldenwing yawned as she heard Whitemark call her name. She hopped out of the nest, then padded through the tunnel out of the warrior's den. The cave seemed to be more silent than usual.

"Goldenwing, I want you to go on a border patrol. Take Streampaw and Branchleap." Whitemark meowed She scanned the camp clearing, and saw Branchleap under the gorse bush, tearing hungrily at a vole. Goldenwing padded towards him. As she approached, Branchleap looked up curiously.

"We're going on a border patrol. I'm going to get Streampaw. She bounded to the tunnel leading to the apprentice's den. Inside, Daisypaw was curled up asleep. Streampaw was awake, talking to Tweetpaw.

"Streampaw, you're coming with Branchleap and me on a border patrol." Goldenwing mewed in the kindest tone she could muster. Streampaw looked up at Goldenwing, eyes full of hatred.

"Just because you're a Warrior, doesn't mean you order me around." Dark grey fur brushed pure golden fur as Streampaw stormed out to the cave. Tweetpaw watched Streampaw, confused. Goldenwing padded out, Branchleap and Streampaw were waiting at the entrance. Goldenwing squeezed through the rock entrance of the cave into the lush green forest and the moors. Branchleap took lead as they bounded across the stream on the pawstones and headed into the forest, full of chirps from earlybirds. "Shouldn't we head for the Iceclan border first? It's closer." Streampaw dashed ahead so she could catch up to Branchleap on her short legs.

"Good thinking, Streampaw." Branchleap lead the patrol through the forest and onto the moor. Streampaw turned around and gave Goldenwing a showing off glare.