Rowanclaw paced up and down at the RiverClan border, waiting for a patrol. Flexing his claws impatiently Rowanclaw wondered, Does RiverClan ever patrol their borders? Rowanclaw glanced around once more before stepping onto the other Clan's territory. Instantly, a loud yowl sounded from nearby.
Of course...
"What are you doing on RiverClan territory?" Hawkfrost, the leader of the patrol, snarled.
"We should shred him, Hawkfrost." A smoky black tom urged. Hawkfrost flicked his ears.
"Maybe, Blackclaw. But let's hear what this pathetic ShadowClan excuse for a warrior has come to grovel about." It took all of Rowanclaw's strength not to slash his claws at Hawkfrost's muzzle. Think of Tawnypelt, think how sick she is, think how badly she needs this.
"Hawkfrost, I'm not here to grovel; I simply need to speak with your medicine cat." Hawkfrost frowned.
"What do you want with Mothwing?" He growled.
"That is none of your business." Rowanclaw replied and was pleased when the dark brown tabby tom looked furious.
"Are you sure we shouldn't shred 'im?" The third member of the patrol, a gray tom, asked hopefully.
"We'll keep him alive...for now." Hawkfrost assured him. Rowanclaw rolled his eyes and shifted his weight from paw to paw; the more time those frog-brained RiverClan cats spent acting condescending was less time for Tawnypelt.
"Can we just hurry this up?" If Hawkfrost was surprised, the ice-blue-eyed tom didn't show it. Flicking his tail, the son of Tigerstar began to lead Rowanclaw towards the heart of RiverClan.
