Yet another border patrol

Palepaw strode through the reeds, occasionally glancing at the river to check for fish. After spending a small amount of time walking, she stopped short after seeing the sun glint off of a large fish. Sitting at the edge, she flashed a paw out and scooped it onto the rocks. After a killing bite, the fish quit flopping. The apprentice stood up to check for more fish, but movement at the other bank of the river stopped her. Glancing up, she felt her hackles rising and a growl ready to burst forth. A patrol of ThunderClan cats were watching her. "Greetings." she called coolly. Palepaw felt another growl rising when a she-cat in front let out a snort. "Hey! I heard that!" she yowled indignantly.

Hollyberry smirked at the sight of the apprentice getting hostile. "Who put dirt in your fresh kill?" she asked cheekily. The she-cat couldn't resist taunting a RiverClan cat, but she knew she wasn't setting a good example for her two warriors.

Greenleaf scoffed at Palepaw. The apprentice looked lame when she was angry: her pelt was fluffed up, making her look weird, her eyes were narrowed, and her tail was twitching. "Fishbreath!" he coughed under his breath. The tom sniggered when his sister failed miserably at trying to stifle her burst of laughter.

At her brother's smart-alec comment, Gentlebreeze giggled. When she finally calmed herself, she stood up straight. "She's just a poor, pitiful apprentice trying to make a living. We shouldn't pick on her." Gentlebreeze whispered quietly, so only the ThunderClanners could hear. After that, she snickered.