Chapter 3:
Silverclaw was in the camp, overhearing a conversation between Brambleclay and Halftail about the mysterious disappearance of Mathpaw and Redstripe. They'd been gone for nearly two days now, and SuperMathNerd was freaked as heck about Mathpaw.
Earlier, Trapstar had said that SuperMathNerd was last seen trying to break into Area 51 with a baseball bat, and later on he just disappeared.
The police couldn't even pick up his scent.
Silverclaw and Redstripe had always been good friends, so Silverclaw decided to go looking for him on his own. He hadn't been gone for long, so it would be easier to pick up his scent trail.
Claw, on guard duty, was sleeping on the job, so Silverclaw didn't have much trouble getting out of the camp.
Silverclaw almost immediately picked up Redstripe and Mathpaw's mingled scents. Mathpaw's was stronger so he'd clearly tagged along after Redstripe left.
Empty pickle jars littered the ground, old brine leaking out of them; Silverclaw had to swerve around a particularly large jar that was actually filled with pickles. He couldn't help but stop to eat one. Yum.
The scent trails got stronger close to the FishFaceClan border, where Silverclaw could smell a fresh trace of one of their warriors. What did Redstripe have to do with a RiverClan warrior?
The trail led to the far end of River/FishFace Clan territory, and Silverclaw couldn't detect it beyond that point. He thought of crossing the border, but that would be dangerous to do alone.
Wait, dangerous?
I LOVE dangerous, Silverclaw thought.
He carelessly raced across the RiverClan border, ignoring the hostile patrol that tried to pursue him, and soon reached the bramble thicket where the territory stopped altogether. The scent was very strong here.
They must have spent the night under these bushes.
Beyond that, a thick pine forest stretched as far as Silverclaw could see; not the same land that SlytherinClan/ShadowClan used, as it was less marshy and had the occasional pool of water or sandy clearing, but similar.
"Hey, Redstripe, If you're out there, could you tell me where the closest bathroom is? I really have to go!" Silverclaw called out.
No answer.
He padded on through the forest, following the zigzagging scent trail that got fresher with every step. It was not long before Silverclaw spotted a large, stinking gray box with the porta-potty label on it.
"A BATHROOM! YAAAAY!" Silverclaw had to pee so much that he didn't bother to check if anyone was in there.
When he opened the door, a familiar face appeared, and it turned out that Silverclaw had just barged in on Redstripe's private buisiness.
"Uh... whoops?"