Bluestar
Oakheart hadn't been in ThunderClan territory again… Had he? But if it wasn't him, then why was there a RiverClan scent on this side of the lake? It wasn't as if RiverClan cats could just stray over the border…
She stood up with a purpose, determined to find out exactly what was going on. Brokenstar or no Brokenstar, nobody was going to trespass on ThunderClan territory. Nobody.
Bluestar padded down through the forest, tail held high. She would get to the bottom of this. By the time she had reached the shore of the lake, she was already carefully searching for any sign of RiverClan. It wasn't often that they trespassed on ThunderClan land, but when they did it was normally for reasons more serious than a mere scrap of prey. Even RiverClan didn't dare swim across the lake unless they had a good reason for it. She carefully scanned the area that Tigerclaw had described. Sure enough, there was a definite scent of RiverClan stained across the whole area. She tried to identify the scent of Oakheart, but it was stale compared to the other scents. So he's not the only trespasser. Who could it be? It seemed as if there was only one predominant RiverClan scent, and another was more confusing. It was almost as if there were two cats, and only one of them was RiverClan. The other had tagged along and the scents had mingled. This other cat's scent was strange underneath the salty tang. It was sharp and bitter. Like a Thunderpath.
The leader of ThunderClan recognized that scent. It had been a long time, but even she hadn't forgotten. A thrill of fear ran through her as she realized what could be happening. If this was anything that it looked like, then everything was about to get a lot worse…
She had only been an apprentice at the time, and a young one at that. She had been on a patrol with her mentor and a few other warriors. They were pushing ahead really fast, and she wasn't sure if she could keep up. Finally, she had given up, and was merely padding behind the patrol. Spotting a rabbit, she had chased it through the underbrush. Of course, it got away, but she found herself at the edge of the woodline. She could easily see the twoleg dens looming up out of the ground, but that wasn't what had caught her attention. It was the group of cats standing near one of those dens. They didn't look like kittypets.
The cats were just as big as warriors, maybe even a little bigger. They were all muscular, and judging by the scars on their faces and shoulders, they weren't softies either. One was a jet black cat, bigger than the rest. He had a collar studded with what looked like dog teeth. He was definitely no normal housecat. He was flanked by a few other big cats, and they were all glaring at one smaller cat, about the size of an average sized warrior. This cat had a light brown coat speckled with tiny white spots. He looked terrified.
"Look, Shredder, I'm sorry. I didn't get a good look at him. I thought he was one of those gutter kits!"
The black cat sneered, revealing razor sharp fangs, "You have no right to call him a gutter kit, Al! I told you, he's my son!"
The other cat, Al, was shaking badly, "I know that now, but when he tried to take my prey-"
A big tabby tom growled at him, "So you scratched our leader's kit." The black cat, Shredder, gave a nod to his followers, and they leaped on Al. The fight was over before it started, and the big cats quickly followed Shredder back over the twoleg fence, leaving the body of Al lying lifeless on the grass.
Bluestar shook her head to clear away the memories. That was where she had smelt this scent before. If those cats were among the Clans… That wasn't good. Not good at all.