Feeling Feisty {: CLOSED :}

Morningpaw swiftly lead her patrol towards Sunningrocks. The odd thing was, it consisted completely of apprentices. There were absolutely no warriors there. The senior apprentice shrugged. If the younger apprentices got out of hand, she'd be there at least. She glanced behind her, her blue eyes locking gazes with each of the cats on her patrol briefly to make sure that they were all present and keeping up. They emerged out of the foliage, arriving at Sunningrocks. She smiled with satisfaction that she had made it here without getting lost, for she was still trying to get used to this territory. She stopped beside the border.
"Okay, let's start marking the scents!" She said to the other apprentices.

OOC: So, the next poster is Tawny, from what Deep said.

OOC: Bump?

(I AM SO SORRY! I completely missed this and life's been getting busy.)

Mosspaw sniffed the air, taking careful note of the scents. She'd never dared to go too close to Sunningrocks at night, and though she knew the area, she wasn't as familiar with it as the other parts of ThunderClan territory. "Smells like RiverClan." She paused for a second. "A RiverClan patrol, I think."

Tawnystorm lead the three other RiverClan cats through the long grass and reeds of their territory. Two warriors, two apprentices, including her own. They'd have a edge should they get into a fight. She paused as the patrol reached Sunningrocks. The young warrior scented the air. ThunderClan. A strong scent too. She looked back towards the rest of the patrol. "ThunderClan seems to have intruded on our territory. They're here." Suddenly, a flash of fluffy fur caught her eye. She jumped on top of the rocks, beckoning the others to follow. Tawnystorm spotted the ThunderClan patrol by the base. Really? It disgusted her, that they had the gall to trespass here. Given, none of them looked older than apprentices, but she had expected them to had been taught better. "Get out of our territory!" she hissed. "You all know as well as I do that Sunningrocks belongs to RiverClan, and we will not hesitate to chase you out if we must. I suggest you leave now before we're forced to take action." Quietly, the muscular she-cat unsheathed her claws.

Sootpaw silently walked around a tail-lenght behind the RiverClan group with a neutral expression on his face, just like usual. This was the first time he got so close to the territory of the infamous ThunderClan, and knowing that this specific place was a constant battleground between the two given the border issues didn’t made him feel any safer. His ears immediately raised as soon as Tawnystorm mentioned the trespassers, feeling the fur on the back of his neck rise slightly. He wasn’t skilled fighter and he knew it perfectly, but he was really hoping that if things took a turn for the worst, he would be able to at least defend the territory fairly well.

His mismatching eyes soon landed on the group of unknown cats that approached them, quickly covering the short distance between his current position and the rest of patrol to not be targeted for being alone or caught by surprise, eyes carefully scanning the apprentices of the rival clan. Part of him told him that a fight would be inevitable, but unless the warriors told them otherwise he wouldn’t move a muscle against the trespassers.