Now Listen Here Young Man [closed]

The scorching sun hung low in the late afternoon sky as Brindlewhisker trekked across the moor, the slight breeze that brushed across the open moorland doing little to quell the intense heat of the day. The only reason that she had decided to come out at such an intolerable time of day was solely because she needed to scope out which areas would be suitable for her next training patrol with Acornpaw and by the time that Fourtrees finally came into view, she couldn't help but regret her decision of coming out at such a time of day. Pausing at the shallow hill that marked the slope that WindClan used at their entrance to the sacred meeting place, Brindlewhisker found herself peering up from the grasses that surrounded her, warily checking for other cats that could be nearby.

Boarpaw loved the feel of the breeze blowing through his fur as he speinted through ThunderClan territory.The day was hot and camp was unbearable, but there was nothing better than a run to help him cool down, both mentally and physically. He was still mad at Specklefang - very mad, but he didn't want to allow that to get into his head and distract him from training. He ran and ran, his paws light against the forest floor, and halted as the shadows cast by the trees were cut short and Fourtrees came into view. The clearing was littered with many scents, WindClan, ThunderClan, RiverClan and ShadowClan alike, and the apprentice proceeded carefully, knowing that he was not going to be protected by any truce.

The sun was hot on his back and the tom began panting as soon as he left the shade. For a few mlments he relaxed and, filled with a kit-like wonder, scarmbled on one of the large rocks where leader stayed upon. He imagindd calling down to ThunderClan from there, but he was interrupted by a fresh scent - WindClan. He jumped at the sight of a sillhouette against the sky from where the scent of the moorland filled in, raisinghis hackles. "Who's there?!" he growled, prowling at the stone with frustration at the interruption of his fantasies.