Old Wounds [closed]

Wildfire scented the air as she reached the watery border that separated her clan from RiverClan. Her eyes narrowed and she stared out into RiverClan territory. It seemed to leave more and more disgust in her heart every time she saw it. Flickerpaw was stuck over there while she had a warrior name. Stuck with cats with no hearts and greed as their only motive. Lashing her tail, she kept walking along the border. Newttongue lagged behind, more interested in looking at the river water than patrolling the border. Birchheart followed behind to keep the two younger warriors out of any trouble.