The tom glanced over his shoulder at the bush, a look of surprise dawning on him. "Whoops…" Just then, a yowl rang out through the trees. "Shadepaw!" A pale gray she-cat emerged from the brush. "Shadepaw, what in Starclan's name, are you doing on Windclan territory?" She scolded sternly. The apprentice, apparently named Shadepaw, lowered his gaze and scuffed the dirt with his paw. "Sorry, Dustcloud." He muttered. The she-cat glanced at Dewpaw and Silverpaw. "If it's no difference to you, we'll be going now." Dewpaw nodded, and the two Thunderclan cats walked back into their territory. Before Shadepaw disappeared into the forest, he glanced back and winked at Silverpaw, who blushed profusely.
Swanpaw watched as the two kits made their way to the fresh kill pile. She sat in the entrance of the medicine den with her tail curled around her paws.