Leafpool looked at him incredulously. 'You have got a thorn in your pad. Are you a deputy or a kit, Brambleclaw?' She pulled it out.
Oh. Um... Think fast... As she turned away, he scratched a cut down his shoulder. 'Leafpool, I didn't just come about a thorn.' He laughed. 'My shoulder's been hurt.'
Leafpool turned around and gasped. 'Brambleclaw! Why didn't you say so?' she ran over and inspected the wound. She looked up warily. 'What happened?' she asked.
'I... snagged it on a branch.' He said slowly.
'Oh, you poor cat.' She muttered sympathetically as she looked for the right herbs.
Just then, Firestar walked in. 'Both of you, there's been a sighting of a huge group of warriors heading towards our territory. It looks like WindClan.'
Leafpool hurried out, leaving Brambleclaw standing there. Silently, he cursed WindClan and followed her.
'All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather under the Highledge for a clan meeting.'
He heard the familiar call ring out, as cats emerged from dens around the edge of the camp to listen to their leader.
'... And so, if it comes to a battle. We stand by Onewhisker. Understood?'
'Yes!' roared ThunderClan as one.