Set at the Lake.
Gingerpaw raced toward the border, with Squirrelpaw right behind her.
"Haha! They'll never catch us now!" Squirrelpaw laughed victoriously with his sister, his jaws full of prey.
"Yeah, this past moon, they've never even scented us! ThunderClan are just a bunch of mousebrains." Gingerpaw agreed, her mouth also stuffed full.
What they didn't know was that, concealed in the bushes by the border stream, was a whole patrol of ThunderClan warriors, waiting to catch the ShadowClan prey-thieves.
As Squirrelpaw and Gingerpaw approached the stream, Squirrelpaw mewed, "Do you smell that? I think I smell a ThunderClan cat."
"Nah, everything smells of ThunderClan when you're on their side of the border," Gingerpaw soothed.
Whitestep, a ThunderClan senior warrior, stood up from his hiding place, and his warriors rose up around the ShadowClan apprentices, cutting off their escape.
"You should have listened to your brother," Whitestep said coldly to Gingerpaw. "Now, we will escort you to your camp, and have a little chat with your leader." He swept his tail, raising it proudly, and led the way over the stream and to ShadowClan's territory. The apprentices looked at each other, and reluctantly followed.
