Stripetail whipped around and was face to face with a sleek, jet black tom that was bigger than him, and by a lot. The black tom had s scar over his right eye that was now white from age.
The tom growled, but it sounded like a half chuckle. "What are you going to do puny kitty?"
Shimmereyes took a step forward and pushed Stripetail to the side and sniffed the air. "This is Windclan camp, why are you here, Riverclan?" She asked her voice sweet but had a hit of furry at the thought that he had small, helpless Frostpaw.
The pure black tom tilted his head and sniffed the air, mocking Shimmereyes. He smirked. "Oh and what will do you to me, medicine cat?" He hissed.
At this Stripetail took a step forward, but Shimmereyes stopped him. At that, Stripetail hissed at Shimmereyes, but he looked at her face and took a step back, understanding what she was doing.
With Stripetail not threatening to hurt the black Riverclan, she took another step forward, forcing him to take a step back. "As you probably know, I got my warrior name before my medicine cat apprentice name. So, you think about it. I have Starclan on my side. Now, where is that kit?" She asked, her voice becoming more and more demanding. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws into the soft dirt of the training hollow.
Snickering at this, the tom shook his head. "Like I'll tell you. You don't know who I am, do you?" He smirked, lifting his eye brows slightly. He did not move from where he was, but he did move to the side so that he could run away in a flash.
Shimmereyes glared at him, then got into a fighting stance and closed her eyes; thoughts of Starclan rushing threw her head. She opened her eyes with a sight of shock. "You're Nightspark! The Riverclan deputy…. What are you even doing here?" She asked, nearly hissed.
"Very good, Shimmereyes. Yes, I'm Nightspark, so I'm the best fighter in all of Riverclan."
Taking a step or two forward in the fighting stance, Stripetail got to Shimmereyes and hissed. "Tell me where my daughter is. I don't care if you are a cat coming from Starclan itself! Give me back my daughter!" The furry showed in this voice, but most of all the furry and fear was shown in his eyes.
Nightspark got an evil smile on his face. "I don't know where your daughter is." He said, and then turned to run off.
At this, Shimmereyes jumped on him, her being in the better position to attack him. She pinned his down with ease. "Now, I'm asking one more time, where is his daughter?"
Nightspark looked at her and repeated it again, calmly. "I don't know where his daughter is." He looked over to Stripetail, who was over him, baring his teeth.
Leaning over towards his ear, Stripetail hissed; "Where is Frostpaw?" He then ripped the tip of his ear.
Screatching in pain, Nightspark started to shake in pain, sending scarlet red drops of blood all over the dirt. Even after all the shaking, he still could not get loose, for Shimmereyes was holding him down tightly.
Understanding what was going on, Shimmereyes looked down and was whiskers to whiskers with Nightspark. "Now we can do this all day, or you can tell us where Frostpaw is."
Hissing in her face, Nightspark replied. "I know where Frostpaw is. You just needed to ask."
Shimmereyes gracefully jumped off him, but was confused, although she did not say anything.
Nightspark got up and shook his head, shaking dirt and more scarlet red blood over the dirt of the training hollow. "Have fun finding her." He said then ran off.
Stripetail hissed and started to chase him, but knew he could not follow him, because he was one of the slowest cats in the clan. He came back and hissed in furry. "That evil…"
Shimmereyes ran forward and put her tail to his mouth, cutting him off. "Listen." She whispered.
Stripetail lifted his head and listened, then gasped and started to run out of the training hollow, with Shimmereyes right behind him.