Featherbird watched as the sun-high patrol stomped into the camp, Brightpaw having scars upon her face. "What happened!" A large booming voice bellowed. "Brackenstar," Alderfoot started, "there was an intruder from Blossomclan." Brackenstar stared the deputy down, "Cloverpool, take Brightpaw." The old medicine cat looked at the leader, bowing she mewed. "Yes, Brackenstar." Brightpaw followed her, "now, is the cat out of our territory?" Alderfoot answered, "Yes, bu-"
"Good." Brackenstar started, "I want patrols on Blossomclan border." The clan deputy dipped his head, "very well, Brackenstar." Featherbird watched as the deputy started planning border patrols, he had been assigned to the next day's sun high patrol. Figuring he would hunt, Featherbird padded towards snake rocks.
Reaching the snake infested area, Featherbird heard a terrible yowl coming from the Nightclan border. It sounded like a young cat, Featherbird leaped onto the thunder path without thinking of monsters. Once reaching the other side of the border, Featherbird raced to the sound of distress. The young warrior then bumped into a black and white apprentice, he smelt of fish. Blossomclan he thought, the cat snarled at him. He had large scars along his shoulders and sides, large amounts of fur ripped from his pelt. Looking into the cat's pale blue-orange eyes, he saw anger. The younger tom took off in the direction of the yowling, Featherbird following him close behind. The yowling got louder as the two got closer, Featherbird feared for the cat in trouble. Reaching a clearing in the pines, the toms saw a white apprentice with black markings. The cat was being attacked by a large tabby, the tom drug the smaller to a hole in a tree. The small white and black tom coughed up blood that joined the blood coming from the deep gashes pooling around his body. Featherbird leaped at the large tom, snarling him down, claws unsheathed dug into the tabby's shoulders as he leaped onto his back. Featherbird rode the tom, he saw that the black and white Blossomclan apprentice joined into the battle as well. The apprentice clawed at the toms eyes, batting his ears with his claws. The tom fled from the ambush. Featherbird leaned down next to the wounded, whimpering apprentice. The large young warrior nudged the young tom's face, "let's get you back to Nightclan, where your medicine cat can take care of you." Featherbird took the apprentice's scruff in his jaw, when he heard an unfamiliar voice. "Have fun with that." The apprentice's glare grew on the young warrior, "it's your problem, not mine." The apprentice attempted to slip away. Featherbird stopped him, placing himself between the apprentice and the pine forest. "And who says I'm going to let you invade night clan? I should take you back to sun clan camp so you can explain why you trespassed on our territory." The apprentice glared at him. "Last time I checked we were on night clan territory, therefore you can't tell me what to do." Featherbird knew that now that the apprentice was on night clan territory, he was no longer sun clan's problem. But he was on night clan territory too. "We should both leave this territory." The apprentice shook his head. "I'm not going back to blossom clan. I was going to join night clan. You might want to take that apprentice back to see a medicine cat before it's too late." The apprentice left the shocked warrior with the injured night clan apprentice. It would probably be best if he took him to sun clan. It was much closer, and he had no idea where the night clan camp was.
Featherbird carried the young cat across the thunder path, the cat's whimpering disappeared with the Nightclan scent. The warrior gently put him down, his breathing was low, but still there. "Featherbird?" he heard, it was his sister Dovefeather. He looked up to her, "before you scold me, he needed help and the camp was closer." The gray she-cat stared at him with disappointment, "you crossed the border? do you know how mouse-brained that is?" His sister seethed, "you could have been caught or worse, killed." Featherbird looked to the white and black apprentice, "can't we talk about this later, he's dying." His sister looked down to the apprentice sympathetically, "ok, but afterwards you need to explain yourself."
The two warriors rushed the apprentice to the medicine den, "Cloverpool." Dovefeather called. The small old gray medicine cat's apprentice, Cindersky, padded out of the herb smelling den. The apprentice gasped, "get him into the den quickly." The warriors brought the dying apprentice to the den, Cindersky telling them she would take care of him and told them to leave. "Featherbird, Dovefeather what is going on?"