A Challenge [Closed]

Bonestrike had ended up going out on his own to check the border. He knew that a patrol already went by but for some reason he found himself paranoid. Though he didn't know that this would end up with him being in a fight that might lead to some issues with their neighbors.

Dewtuft spotted a tom in the distance from nearby the fourtrees on WindClan territory. He'd been fruitlessly looking for some dead prey that had been slain by a monster, but it seemed that even monsters were having poor luck with hunting. At the sight of the warrior, he felt a jolt of frustration, what if the reason that there was nothing was because ShadowClan was picking the Thunderpath clean? It was an irrational sort of anger that flared up in him, it came from the heart-wrenching knowledge that his mate was heavy with kits and he had nothing to feed her. All they had were half-starved rabbits and the occasional barn mouse that wandered too far from their Twoleg home.

"You best stay to your side, ShadowClanner." Dewtuft warned, his voice cracking a bit due to the chill.

The white tom's head shot up at the sound of another cat. His amber eyes locking onto the Windclan tom as soon as they found him. Bonestrike lowered his head unsure what to think of this situation. "I will don't worry. Make sure you stick to your side Windclanner." The tom growled a bit. He didn't like conflict but he made a promise to his clan and he was going to keep it.