While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Why was he here?

Why did his paws bring him here. The tom cocked his head, slightly narrowing his dark blue gaze as he scanned the area, his long tail twitching as the wind pulled at his short grey fur. Attempting to move silently in thunderclans over grown territory, dark blue eyes glowing in annoyance as he kicked some branches aside as he padded through the territory. He was probably far in now, a thunderclan cat could possibly spot him easy now, and to make it worse they would wonder what a shadowclan cat was doing deep into thunderclan territory. And to make it worse, he didn't even have a reason or an excuse for being here though the tom had a hostile look locked onto his exhausted looking face. Having thoughts whirl around in his head as he walked, he carelessly stepped over a branch creating a loud sound that even startled him. "Mousedung.." The grey tom half hissed, his ears perked starting to be wary if a cat had heard that or not.

A loud growl shook the surrounding vegetation, announcing the arrival of another grumpy cat. He was ginger, large, and back covered with scars. The putrid smell of Shadowclan invaded his nose. Foxfang pushed his way through the brambles, disregarding the angry thorns. A sharp snap of a twig alerted Foxfang to the intruder's whereabouts. Once he could see a small glimpse of the other cat's pelt, the Thunderclan warrior leaped, crashing into the Shadowclan tom. His claws dug into the opponent's skin and pushed him on to his side.

"You have any idea where you might be? Got a reason?" Fangs were bared, and gray eyes were filled with lightning.