Brambleclaw ran. He pelted in the opposite direction of camp. He didn't hear shouts behind him, though he could tell the two cats were chasing him. Brambleclaw scented the air and realized that he was nearing the Windclan border. Spotting a small stream ahead, he quickly splashed through it. Starclan, please let that disguise my scent. He pleaded, glancing at the night sky. The trees were getting sparser the further he ran, and finally, the moor. Brambleclaw had crossed the Windclan border. The deputy ran up a hill and, checking to make sure it was abandoned, dived down a small tunnel. Gasping for breath, he hoped there were no Windclan patrols walking around right now. Brambleclaw angled his ears towards the direction he had come, straining to hear if the two cats had crossed the border. Only very quiet curses. Brambleclaw waited in the cool shade of the tunnel for what seemed like hours. Deeming that it was safe to come out, Brambleclaw slowly made his way to the top of the hill. He tried to smell if the cats were truly gone, but the wind was making it hard to tell. "How do Windclan cats smell anything?" He muttered. "Hey!" Someone shouted. Brambleclaw turned. A small group of three cats were running towards him. "Crow-food!" He cursed and charged down the hill. Once he had reached the safety of the trees, Brambleclaw glanced back to see if they had followed. No sign of the patrol. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned back around and came face-to-face with a certain dark ginger cat he knew.