Onepaw warily padded back towards camp two moons later, a mouse dangling from his jaws. He hadn't forgotten about Hawktalon's threat yet. Whenever he thought about it, which was pretty often, his fur spiked up.
Plumheart padded along beside him silently, a thrush in her own jaws. He knew that she was disappointed in him. He'd missed a shrew that would've been easy to catch. He'd zoned off and by the time he snapped back into reality, it was gone. He'd tried to apologize to her, but it'd only made matters worse.
As much as he hated Hawktalon, Onepaw longed to be back in Stealthclan, where he could hunt better and impress Brackenstar. Instead, here he was, stuck under the command of Squirrelstar.
He just couldn't get used to it; living in another clan. He'd lived most of both of his lives there and knew that was where he would be if he and Flarepaw hadn't snuck out of camp.
It was his fault he was in Thunderclan. Aways would be.