Mistpaw and Eaglepaw meet

He leaned forward, his nose brushing the tip of her ear. "Explain how I'm half-Clan before I bite your ears off." he whispered, his breath ghosting over her ear that added to the eeriness of his smirk.

She let out a shudder folding back her ears "You are half clan because Shadowclan is full of kittypets!" she hissed trying to kick at his paws, him being so close made her shudder, her fur beginning to prickle "N-Now get off me you lump of fox-dung!" she hissed angrily.

He shifted so his other paw was on her shoulder and reared up, then slammed down harder and pinned her down harder. "Oh? Prove. It." he snarled, flexing his claws.

She let out a gasp as his paws slammed into her shoulder, her paw cringing towards her body in sheer pain. She still tried to get free from the toms grasp, trying to kick him off her smaller frame "Get off and I will" she groaned in pain glaring at him with menacing amber eyes.

Hardly flinching as she turned and glared at him, he pressed down as hard as he could. "Never. I don't just pin you down the waste it and let you run away. I will get my answer without letting you to your paws." he said coldly, his snarl dripping with rage.

"Shadowclan just lets rogues into their territories to take frogs!" she hissed trying to bite onto his paws leg, wheezing slightly in pain, but noting be able to. "Fox-dung.." she muttered to herself quietly as her claws scratched the ground.

Snarling he flexed his claws across her shoulder. "Any rogue that sets paw in our territory doesn't get out without a few shredded ears." he responded, lifting a paw as if about to step off. "I hear WindClan is a bit different though, huh? I bet it was awful, that fire. Having to live out of your territory, watching your pride melt away.... pathetic!"

"We are living happily and our pride is never shattered Shadowclan cat, even if we loose many battles! and I know we will NEVER loose to Shadowclan!" she hissed angrily, ignoring the stinging pain in her shoulder. "We live back in our camp now and are stronger than ever!" she snapped, trying to stop herself from shaking ever so desperately.

"Your Clan is pathetically small and couldn't stand a chance against one of our newborn kits." he retorted, giving a smirk as he started to snicker. "And I'm not just ShadowClan cat. I have a name, WindClanner. And it's Eaglepaw; a lot better than whatever yours is. What is it; Weakpaw? Patheticpaw? It'd be sad if you were a warrior. Sadtail? Patheticwhisker?"

"We would! in saying so our clan could defeat all of Shadowclan in one swipe!" she partially bragged, answering his next question. "I'm Mistpaw!" she snapped trying once again to swipe her claws across his chest.

"You seem to be doing an outstandingly MARVELOUS job at defeating me right now." he sneered, still not stepping off her.

"I didn't get battle training yet but I definitely hunt birds better than you!" she challenged, angrily, if she could show her superiority towards the tom.

"All those do is get their feathers stuck between my teeth-- I don't want to catch them anyway." he responded calmly, his voice leveling out.

"Rabbits?" she responded, still very hostile of the apprentice pinning her, feeling ever so helpless.

Hailstorm, sat by the road, flickering his tail tip back and forth watching the appendices fight one another. "Hey! That's enough!" He got up, crossing the Thunderpath, waiting until all the monsters have passed, and he stood in front of the two, glaring.