Stoneclaw paused, and scented the . He dropped down into a crouch, and crept forward. He lunged for the vole, and caught it. "Good catch," Featherheart purred, a field mouse hanging from her jaws. Ripplestream suddenly hissed. "What?" The light grey deputy sniffed the ground. They were near the RiverClan border. "Badgerstripe." Stoneclaw snifed the air, and nodded."What's he doing over there?" Featherheart gestured with a flick of her white-tipped tail. "I don't know, but it's not good." Suddenly, the bracken near them quivred, and the musclar black and white tom stepped out."What were you doing there?" Ripplestream demanded. The warrior didn't answer, and kept his amber gaze trained on the light-grey she-cat. Before he could speak, The bushes wavred,and Stormheart, Owlflight, and Frostwhisker came into view. "Tratior," Ripplestream growled. Before she could move, Badgerstripe attacked her. Featherheart snarled, and sprang at Owlflight."Stop!" a voice called out. All the cats turned around. It was Icestar, Eaglefeather and Otterfoot at his heels. "What are you doing? Fighting like foolish kits!" Stoneclaw's ears lowred in shame. He retracted his claws, and looked at the white tom. "It was he," Ripplestream glared at Badgerstripe,"who started it." The white leader lowered his blue gaze, and looked directly into the large warroir's amber eyes."It turns out, that he has been taking regular trips into StreamClan territory," Featherheart piped up. She fell silent, looking at her paws."Come, Badgerstripe. I'll see you in my den." His voice was icy. The leader turned, walked away others followed him, and Stoneclaw glanced back, but the StreamClan cats were gone.
Rainsong flicked her ears. She could hear angry yowls coming from within Icestar's sighed, and went to get something from the fresh-kill was lieing outside the elders den, selected a mouse, and settled in beside Rivertail to eat. Whitefur was inside the nursery. Rainsong decied to vist her. She licked her lips, and padded toward the nursery. She breathed in the scents of milk, and borage. Two kits lay suckling against the snow-white queen's belly. One was ginger tabby she-kit, and the other was smokey grey lifted her head. "Have you choosen name yet?"Rainsong asked, gazing down at the two kits. "No." Whitefur lay her head back down again. Deciding to leave the queen in peace, Rainsong walked out of the den.
Two cats slinked from the shadows. "Well?" "It was close. I was almost caught."Badgerstripe shifted from foot to foot. Moonlight reflected off dark-brown tom's firey eyes. "Be more careful next time," he hissed. "I will." The brown StreamClan cat's voice took on a more relaxed tone."We do we attack?" "Tonight." Baderstripe's eyes glittered. "I'll be ready." "So will I." Blackclaw dipped his head, and both cats dispersed into night.