Sparrowpaw pelted out of the camp entrance. I've got to help Cherryclaw she told herself. The moon sank slightly, nearing the ground, promising the light of day soon. Grrrllrrrrrmmm. Sparrowpaw's stomach growled loudly. "Maybe I should find some food first," Sparrowpaw thought out loud.

She stopped and lifted her muzzle, scenting for any sign of prey. Nothing here… She sighed. Sparrowpaw kept trotting cautiously, searching for prey or enemies, or worse, a night patrol finding her. She shook her head and padded on, her hunger getting the better of her.

"Oh Gross!" Sparrowpaw exclaimed, wrinkling her nose. On the ground in front of her lay a puddle of gruesome green-brown liquid that bubbled and smelled of crowfood. "I'm staying clear of that mess," She grumbled. Sparrowpaw began to start walking again, when she stopped abruptly. Prey? She wondered, smelling a meaty scent behind her. Sparrowpaw instantly followed the scent, tracing back to the pile of goop.

"Huh, should I, or should I not eat this?" She asked herself looking at an already-dead mouse lying near the puddle, "Well, I guess I'm hungry enough to eat just about anything. I just hope Pricklestar doesn't find out, oh the lecture he'd give me!" Sparrowpaw bent over and gave the prey a sniff. It smelled funny, but not too bad so she swallowed it up quickly.

The hunger in the young she's belly soon ebbed away and Sparrowpaw got ready to head off. The point of this "journey" was to find some real cobwebs for Cherryclaw, so he didn't bleed to death. Sparrowpaw didn't know what she would do without him. She came to a trot, looking around for cobwebs.

"Nothing here..." She mumbled. The Shadowclan border was stinking nearby. Maybe there would be some cobwebs there. Sparrowpaw crept close to the border, keeping a sharp eye and ear for Shadowclan cats. None were around, fortunately.

The apprentice swung her head from side to side, searching desperately for the sticky white web. Sparrowpaw was about to give up when she saw a huge spider web. Oh what luck! She ran up to the web, not realizing she had just crossed the border. She grabbed the cobweb joyfully in her jaws.

Before she could step back, Sparrowpaw heard some cats. Shadowclan cats, by the scent of it. "Oh no" She whispered, knowing well that after the incident they would definitely not be hospitable to her.

Sparrowpaw turned and ran, the cobwebs still hanging from her jaws. "I scent Thunderclan," A tom growled. Mouse-dung! She cursed silently under her breath, breaking into a run. Least I'm good at climbing trees; Sparrowpaw mewed quietly, nearly sighing with relief as she scrambled at a trunk.

"I think she's gone, let's just leave," A she hissed, "Besides, it is Thunderclan territory now, you know how protective those foolish cats are of every little bit of their precious land." Sparrowpaw saw the others nod, "Yeah let's just go," Another cat agreed. Without another word, the cats padded away.

"Thank Starclan!" Sparrowpaw mewed with relief. She leapt from the tree and landed with a thump onto the ground. She was about to pad away when she heard a yowl. "Stop!" A deep voice snarled. Sparrowpaw turned, horror of being caught flooding through her, "Hey, you're that Starclan powered apprentice, aren't you? We'd better take you to Molestar," He sneered.

The rest of the patrol shoved Sparrowpaw in between them, keeping her inside the circle the cats formed. She still had the cobweb in her jaws, clasping onto them tightly so they wouldn't fall out. A small Shadowclan she turned to Sparrowpaw. "You'd better give us the medicine you stole," She growled.

Sparrowpaw hesitated, then dropped the cobweb at her feet. "There," She snarled. "Thank you." The she mewed sarcastically, then she lowered her head to pick it up.

The sun was rising, shining a scarlet light. The patrol cats were dappled with the red dawn gleam, and Sparrowpaw flattened her ears. She was told the Shadowclan cats would be vindictive about the "Accident" with the lightning, but she didn't listen.

The patrol leader came to a halt at the camp. They led her inside. "Molestar," The deep-voiced tom from before dipped his head respectively at his leader, "We found this apprentice venturing over the border." Molestar gazed at her and narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you the one who murdered out great leader?" He growled.

Sparrowpaw took in a breath loudly. "Y-yes… I was" She whispered. "Look, it's a Thunderclan cat!" A kit squealed loudly, "Let's go kill it!" A queens gentle voice came from the same area as the kit's, "Hush Dustkit," The queen reprimanded the kit scornfully.

Molestar sat, thinking. "Let her go," He at last decided, "She has done no harm to us." Sparrowpaw sighed with relief, and then he added, "Make sure Pricklestar knows what happened. Oh no, no, no, not Pricklestar! She thought miserably, oh Starclan; I will be in trouble for moons!

The lead cat nodded and started to pad away with Sparrowpaw. The two walked until they reached the Thunderclan border. "I think I can get back from here," Sparrowpaw meowed. "No, we were ordered to let Pricklestar know about this mistake," He replied sternly. "Oh but he won't care," Sparrowpaw insisted, "Please, just let me go back already."

To her disappointment, he shook his head and continued walking. When they finally arrived at the Thunderclan camp, Sparrowpaw ran in ahead of the tom and into camp. "They took me as prisoner!" She wailed, trying to sound convincing. "They what?" Pricklestar and Mintwillow questioned simultaneously.

The tom dipped his head in greeting. "I'm afraid your apprentice has a little… over exaggeration on what happened." He told them, "This little 'paw strayed too far across the border and got taken into our camp. We got a message she was trying to steal out herbs, since we found her with cobweb in her mouth."

Mintwillow turned sharply on Sparrowpaw, narrowing her eyes, but she looked saddened, in a way. "We understand, and I believe you, so you may go now," Pricklestar meowed, trying to look rather happy. "You do not need to patronize what we think happened, but I am glad you believe us. I will be going, now, then." And with that, the tom turned and padded away.

"Wait!" Pricklestar ordered, "Oceanfall, Fuzzwhisker, Dawnheart, give this cat a proper export, if you may" The three cats dipped their heads and followed the tom. Pricklestar then turned on Sparrowpaw, "And you, young she-cat, aren't going anywhere until you give me an explanation."

Sparrowpaw sighed and started to explain what happened and how she wanted to save Cherryclaw. Pricklestar nodded his head, "You intentions were good, but remember to stay out of other clan territories, do you understand?" Sparrowpaw nodded her head quickly, afraid of any punishment. Pricklestar's gaze softened,

"You don't need punishment, I'm afraid," He mewed sadly, "Cherryclaw is dead,"

Hey! I'm sorry I made Cherryclaw die, for those of you who may have liked him ;-; but this story needs some excitement, does it not? Any who, I am going to start a new story soon, called the fifth clan, which is about a loner who finds out about clan life and tries to start his own. Unlike this story, it takes place in the Lake Territory. I need OC's for the story though!

If you want your OC featured, make sure you fill out the format:
Name: (And a realistic name, I won't put any Smilefurs or Wishbreezes in)

Age: (In moons)

Rank: (In clan, may be leader, deputy, medicine cat, warrior, apprentice, kit, queen, elder.)

Clan: (Unless you want the OC to be a rough, in that case he/she may be able to join the rough clan)

Appearance: (Something a cat might actually look like, no purple or red eyes and please no green fur)

Family: (Optional, may put mother, father, sister, brother, mate, kits, etc)

Backstory: (also optional, a brief description of the cat's life story)

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Thanks!

~Melissa ;)