Time to Fight (Closed)

Nutfur had been padding along the WindClan border with Hailsong. The patrol had been going fairly well. She had decided to not linger on any emotions that came with the Gorge for her, just simply marking the border and leaving. Just a normal border patrol, not a trip down memory lane. As she marked the border, she was dismayed to find that a WindClan patrol was approaching on the other side of the border. Oh great. Trying her best to ignore them, she turned away, though her gaze lingered on them through the corner of her eye. Her companion was a warrior, and should know what to do in this scenario. Her mind was sizing up the other clan's patrol. Just two cats, like them, one a warrior and one an apprentice. If it came to fighting, she would take on the older one.

Quailfeather led the apprentice through their territory on a routine patrol, reveling in the sunlight. Maybe now that newleaf was here, everything would get better. From RiverClan attacking and stealing herbs- those dirty fox-hearts- to losing prey-rich grounds for a moon, WindClan needed this prosperity to get back on its feet. Why was it always like this? Mouse-brained, fish-faced RiverClan scum always taking what was theirs, and claiming the moral high ground all the way. The senior warrior let out a short of derision as she stalked through the long grass, approaching ground that had recently been stolen and then "graciously returned..." the Gorge. Just her luck, there were two enemy cats over there, close to the border. Very close to the border. "Stay away from our territory, you fish-brains!" she spat across the Gorge, gray fur bristling. "We won't hesitate to shred any trespassers."

Fernpaw jerked her head in the direction of the two RiverClan warriors who were very close to the border, noticing that none of them was that meanie Cinderpaw who had attacked her for no reason whatsoever. She sighed a breath of relief, though at the same time she couldn't help a twinge of disappointment; if they did end up getting into a quarrel, she would have loved to rip her claws through his pelt all over again to teach him a lesson.

She narrowed her eyes at the two RiverClan warriors. She didn't trust them. She wanted to, but after what Cinderpaw did to her -- and after everything RiverClan had done to WindClan as well as ThunderClan before she was even born -- she just wasn't able to put her prejudice against those fish-faces aside. "You'd better stay over there if you know what's good for you. We wouldn't want another fight." she growled. At least that part was true, she was able to admit to herself.