Tensions are High (CLOSED)

Scorchfang padded through the marshes of ShadowClan's territory, Olivelily following close behind him. His punishment for breaking the warrior code as an apprentice has finally been lifted, and he went straight to work in organizing and partaking in patrols, vowing to work overtime to make up for his absence outside of camp.

Right now, he and his Clanmate were checking further up along the Thunderpath, where the dangerous black stone separated ShadowClan's territory from WindClan's. After his last fight with a small but tough WindClan she-cat who had chased prey over the Thunderpath and caught it in enemy territory, he wanted to make sure no other WindClan cats tried pulling the same stunt.

Olivelily padded contentedly behind her deputy, a faint grin touching her lips. Her kits were now warriors, and she could finally partake in her warrior duties again. It felt so nice to finally be out of the cramped nursery and out in the fresh, new-leaf air. She let all of her senses become flooded with the stimuli around her, and it made her purr softly as they made their way to the Thunderpath.

Shadefall was patroling the other side if the Thunderpath, the boundary between Windclan And Shadowclan. She was patroling with her father, nectarleap. Shadefall crouched low as she felt the rumble of a monster. She waited until it passed and sniffed the breeze as it drifted downwind. She smelled the usual, the faint smell of lizards and toads, the Thunderpath, and the monsters that traveled on it. She was about to tell Nectarleap that should be getting back to camp soon, until the scent of fresh Shadowclan drifted to her nose. She immediately turned her gaze toward the direction the breeze was coming from. She saw a fluffy dark grey cat, and a Short haired Bengal cat. She growled and narrowed her eyes at the cats. "Ha-" She stopped herself. Running into battle was exactly how she had lost Willowpaw. She instead quickly dove into a bush. Her bright blue eyes flashed towards her father. "Look!" She hissed quietly enough for only Nectarleap to hear, pointing her tail towards the other side of the Thunderpath. Her claws kneaded the soft ground underpaw as the rumble of another monster came down the Thunderpath, releasing foul smells as it flashed past. She wrinkled her nose, watching each and every pawstep of the shadowclan warriors from the mask of the bush.

(OOC: i think she is patroling with Nectarleap lol)