Emberleaf's Development (Part One) [For Berryheart and I only]

OOC: Brownstorm is a NPC that is needed to die in this topic, due to this plot. Admins, if I need approve of this or something, PM me so we can get it figured out.

IC: A young, fine warrior crouched with narrowed eyes as he stalked a rabbit. Fining one of the white, fluffy creatures had been a surprise, since Brownstorm was this close to the Thunderpath. It didn't matter; Brownstorm was strong and agile, and he could kill anything with one simple blow. As he waited for the right moment to strike, the tom's white fur shone in the sun's light and his unusually bright brown eyes stood out well against his pelt. Brownstorm waited a moment or so, before leaping forward, muscles rippling underneath of his short fur. The rabbit was too quick and bolted off, followed by Brownstorm. He wasn't letting this prey get away so easily. Before he could stop himself. Brownstorm had zoomed across the Thunderpath and was now on Shadowclan's territory. After one last leap, Brownstorm landed on the rabbity and swiftly killed it, then looked up and realized the sudden shift in the environment around him. This was not Windclan's open fields, but Shadowclan's murky moors.

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Emberleaf was out, gathering daisies to pluck off their leaves and use them to soothe Icestorm's aching legs. He was at a particular cluster of daisies, which grew near the thunderpath, and the ginger tom didn't notice as a Windclan warrior ran over the Thunderpath and trespassed onto Shadowclan's territory behind him.

Briarheart was on a single patrol when he briefly saw two windclan cats, one in his clan territory

The brown Windclan warrior looked up as he scented a Shadowclan cat approach. With a growl, Brownstorm unsheathed his claws and pushed his fresh kill behind him. "Leave me alone, flea-bag, I just followed this prey over the border." Though his voice was calm, Brownstorm's fur was standing on end and his muscles tensed. He was trespassing, of course.

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Emberleaf glanced up from his work to see a Windclan warrior standing on Shadowclan's territory, facing off with a Shadowclan warrior. He felt his heart rate pick up and he squinted to see who it was. Brownstorm. The medicine cat stepped forward to cross the Thunderpath, but it was busy with Monsters, not allowing anyone to cross safely at the moment. "Brownstorm, what are you doing?" Emberleaf's voice was drowned out by the Monsters' roars.