Yes! I know I just posted but….. Eh! I have it planned out and I already planned two more chapters (Voice: Not very well. Me: Shut it.) so I'm all set! Yay! Thanks to Jayfeathers Friend for being my first (and only) reviewer!

And please tell me who you ship with Breezepelt! I'll try to fit it in somewhere!

On with the story!

Chapter One

"Wake up." A dark, smoky gray tom nudged him harshly.

"Go away." Breezepelt hissed.

"No. Not get up you lazy lump." Crowfeather shot back, not in the mood.

"I see my day is going to be absolutely perfect." Breezepelt rolled out of the nest and onto his paws. He shook out his fur.

"You're needed for an patrol." Crowfeather huffed, muttering under his breath.

Breezepelt huffed. Why did he always get the patrols no one wanted. Well, maybe he'll get Thunderclan's border. Maybe Lionblaze would be their, acting like a total showoff and marking the border. Or maybe Jayfeather would be there, getting to close to the border while collecting herbs. Yes! Maybe this day will be okay after all.

The warrior padded out of the warrior's den. He blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the sun's rays.

"Breezepelt!" Harespring, the deputy, called out to him. "You're up! Great!" He trotted toward him. "I need you to be part of Leaftail's patrol. Furzepelt and Emberfoot will be on that patrol as well."

"Fine." The tom replied curtly before bounding over to the hunting patrol.

"Hey." Leaftail meowed. "Did Harespring-?"

"Yes." He grunted. "Let's just get this over with."

Emberfoot and Furzepelt exchanged glances as the patrol leader lead them out into the moors.

The group disbanded off to go after prey. Breezepelt kept his ears perked as he opened his jaw to scent the air. He waited, eyes darting around.

Then he scented it. A rabbit! Just then, the creature ran past him.

The tom didn't bother stalking it and just dashed after it. He pounced when he was close enough to the prey. Breezepelt leaned down and bit his neck quickly.

The tom was just about to bury it but he scented another cat. "Who's there?" He challenged.

"Darkfang." A tom's voice answered, breathing heavily. He came into view. He had dark colored fur and gray eyes.

"What are you doing on Windclan territory?" Breezepelt hissed at the tom. "Aren't you from Shadowclan?"

"I was chased here by those lizardbrained Riverclan warriors." He snorted. "They chased me to the wrong border!"

"What were you doing in their territory?" He asked, curiously.

"I was chasing a lizard, ironically." Darkfang explained. "It crossed Riverclan's border and I ended up losing it AND a Riverclan patrol found me!" He seemed ticked off which is completely understandable. I mean, now he has to go back and all and - ugh.

Breezepelt chuckled. "Wow. Now that is a tale." He rolled his eyes. "Now I got to take you to Onestar. Let's see if he finds your tale amusing or not."

"I'm not lying!"

"Yea, yea." Breezepelt huffed, feeling grumpy.

"Who's this?" Emberfoot suddenly appeared. The warrior asked his clanmate the question eyeing the Shadowclan tom.

"A intruder, harebrain." Breezepelt snorted. "I'm taking him back to camp. Tell the others where I am, will ya?" He glanced at Darkfang. "And don't you dare pull off any tricks."

"I won't." Darkfang promised.

"I'll tell them but you need to be a bit kinder, Breezepelt." Meowed the gray tom with two gray, front paws.

He just snorted.