Bramblestar eyes' affixed on the gray tom, there was something vaguely familiar about this tom's face and eyes. Then the idea popped into him. He was Snow's son! "Are you Snow's son?" Bramblestar asked cautiously, in case any secrets slip out. The other gray tom seemed to have a shocked but scared look in his eyes with a hint of calm, "Yes…How do you know?" Bramblestar let his haunches fall down and he sheathed his claws. Then he calmly but falsely answered: "I met her constantly in the borders of Thunderclan." He paused. "What's your name?" The brown tabby waited for the other cat's answer. But then beautiful brown tabby she-cat hurried toward them. "THE CAMP IS BEING ATTACKED BY WINDCLAN BRAMBLESTAR!" His head turned toward the brown she-cat, Dawnleaf, immediately. "FIND THE BORDER PATROLS AND LEAD THEM BACK! EVERY CAT WILL FIGHT UNTIL WE WIN!" Bramblestar pounced into the forest and said a quick "We'll deal with this later." to the gray tom.
The dark tom's shiny muscles rippled as he sprang and ran through the dark forest. Thunderclan has had a quarry with Windclan ever since Pinepaw accidentally chased a squirrel onto their territory. Bramblestar had punished him by making him cleaning out the elders ticks and staying in came for a while. His eyes widened as he found the Windclan deputy, Grasshop, attacking one of his wisest and oldest elder, Sandstorm. He leaped on of the deputy and started to drag him away from the elder. Bramblestar fell as the deputy pounced on him, hissing and spitting while trying to nip the dark tom's neck. But Grasshop immediately leaped back as she realized that Bramblestar has inherited his dad's unusually long and sharp claws, afraid that the sharp claws will painfully stab him. Bramblestar realized the deputy's sudden glimmer of fear and took that moment to leap and injure Grasshop's back. "Go back to Windclan and retreat if you don't want to die." Bramblestar hissed. "We'll never give up! I'll fight to death if I have to! Your warriors have been stealing our prey all moon!" And with that, Grasshop's glimmer of fear evaporated and leapt onto the leader, trying to injure his stomach. But Bramblestar was fast enough to roll away and instead, scraped the gray deputy's nose and left him yowling with pain. "So? Are you going to retreat or do you want your ears pulled off too?" Bramblestar sat up and narrowed his eyes. Grasshop flattened her ears in shame and defeat. "Retreat! Windclan retreat!" Although the Windclan cats were all covered with wounds and scratches, they seemed shocked that they were giving up. As they left with fury, Grasshop lay one last glance at Bramblestar. "We'll come back Bramblestar. Windclan never gives up." Grasshop drew his lips back into a sneer and limped away.
