Repeating claws[c]

OrangeHeart again was assigned to doing the SkyClan border alone. He just prayed to StarClan that he would not see another SkyClan cat. Again almost finish patrolling the border and again another SkyClan cat at least it wasn’t the same one he thought to himself. As he began to sheath his claws he said “What are you doing so close to the border?” and waited for there response.

Beetlepaw was on a hunting patrol, and had wandered a bit further from his Clanmates on the trail of a squirrel. He didn't realize how close he was to the ThunderClan border until Orangeheart spoke up. The big fluffy apprentice's eyes widened for a moment, and he shuffled back a few pawsteps further from the border.

"Oh, sorry, friend!" He called cheerfully, regaining his composure. "I was on the trail of a squirrel, but I suppose as he's crossed the border, you'll have to finish the hunt."

“This is something you should note apprentice. I do not take SkyClan trespassing lightly.”
He saw the squirrel the apprentice was talking about he jumped from where he was standing and pounced on the squirrel. Easiest caught prey ever he thought. “I admire you not wanting to battle you would probably be as weak as DawnFeather. I mean how could you not catch the squirrel either? Easiest piece of prey ever.” he had every intention of insulting the apprentice. To try to see if his theory stood was evey SkyClan cat bad? He thought were Once it just happened, twice coincidence, three times a pattern. This was the third time and he had to test it on a apprentice. Then again if the apprentice wasn’t a great cat after by his judgment SkyClan cats are bad.

Trespassing? Beetlepaw's head cocked to the side, his tufted ears flicking in confusion. He had stopped well before the border. Irritation crossed his face at the comment on how easy the squirrel had been to catch. He wasn't used to feeling that particular emotion, and it gave him a moment of pause, interrupted as he processed what the warrior had said just before that.

"Dawnfeather?" He meowed, his eyes narrowing, "What do you mean, weak? She's a brave warrior!" The blood was rushing in his ears, and he had never felt quite this way before. Was he angry? He did recall seeing his friend go to the medicine den recently, but he hadn't had a chance to find out what had happened. Had this tom hurt her? His throat felt dry.