[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] Shadepaw's nose flared as he took the lead from his brother, the black warrior who trailed behind him at a protective distance. Ever since he became Shadepaw the dark grey tom had spent a lot of his time with his siblings, more than with his mentor. Today's task was to cross TreeClan's border and hunt, it was Ravenstar's request and Shadepaw had no problem doing so. He had been taught well by both brother and father how to cross a border without issue, the task at hand was simple and thrilling. Looking behind himself he flicked his tail waiting to see if Blackwolf was closer, but as he waited he peered out to the thicker parts of the forest and felt his fur warm and his paws feel quick and steady a hunting adventure across enemy lines, the thrill of such a task. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

At last, finally sticking it to those TreeClanners were the sun don't shine! Well, proverbially of course. Blackwolf sure wasn't feeling too much remorse throwing TreeClan's survival under the 'falling tree' so to speak, in favor of bettering the probability of his own Clan's survival rate. With his brother taking the lead, Blackwolf was able to casually lope after him at an easy going swagger, almost wishing TreeClan cats would show up and give them a little piece of their mind.

All this stress about lack of prey and constantly having to shovel snow had put Blackwolf in the mood to shred some enemy cats. And TreeClan was his favorite kind to sink his claws into. Them and their obnoxious 'do-gooder' ways. Letting the woody, leafy scents of this heavily forested area flood him, Blackwolf jumped over a snow drift, flattening a mushroom in the process, but not particularly bothered by it. If they were lucky, they would be able to catch a bank vole or a dormouse or something, anything that wasn't hibernating.

"Scent anything?" mewed the older tom, calling over to his younger brother not with worry but in his usual drawl, his shoulder blades flexing and shifting like a panther's as he crouched around the base of a tree, sniffing around.

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] The reassuring sound of Blackwolf's voice calmed Shadepaw quite a bit not to mention fueled the hunting drive within Shadepaw. Flicking his tail he went further into the border but kept close enough to be able to rush over at the slightest sound of TreeClan cats. His nose flared as the smell of mouse crossed over him, it was stale and hardly strong enough to rouse his belly to really kick his hunting skills into over drive, but he didn't give up. Following the mouse he went right up until the scent seemed to melt into the burrow below him, half tempted to dig up the burrow he paused unsure if it was the right thing to do. Ears twitching he looked for a new scent of prey and found it in the form of a skinny and oddly scrawny looking vole. It might flatten under his weight but Shadepaw wasn't about to let the only prey he found slip away. With unsteady hunting movement he lunged after the vole and killed it by simply smashing it against the ground with a paw, the dark grey tom-cat was confused on why the animal didn't dart away, he figured it was just to weak. Picking it up he returned to his brother and placed the kill proudly at his paws. "That's all I've caught, everything is stale here. Maybe we should go further in or try LightingClan" Shadepaw said trying to keep his tone polite and not sounding like he was trying to control his sibling. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

Blackwolf sniffed the underfed vole Shadepaw had brought back, and one quick whiff had the ebony warrior reeling back, his nose wrinkling. "Bury that thing, it's ill with something." There was skinny, and then there was emaciated. Though these tiny little woodland creatures made it hard to tell in the winter time, Blackwolf had come across enough sick prey to realize one when he saw one.

Shaking his head from side to side, the warrior lifted his mismatched gaze to his younger sibling, scoffing. "We'll go deeper into TreeClan. No reason to head to LightningClan when everything we need to catch is somewhere in here." He didn't want to go wandering off into LightningClan without combing every inch of TreeClan - while skillfully avoiding any patrols, mind you - they could with minimal risk involved. Even though Blackwolf would have given his left paw for a big battle between NightClan and TreeClan, he did not want to risk Ravenstar's ire by starting a huge conflict without her permission. So they would go in deeper, just tread carefully. Very carefully.

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] Shadepaw's ears folded back and he tired his hardest not to cower toward his older brother but it couldn't help it, he wasn't used to being reprimanded by him it came as a shock to the grey tom. However, he did as he was told and quickly buried the vole on TreeClan's side of the border, the ground was already sour so it didn't hurt to add more he justified to himself. By the look on Blackwolf's face Shadepaw knew he was in for one heck of a hunting adventure and part of him regretted it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy spending time with his brother it was that fact he was stealing prey. While he knew it was to benefit his clan it felt dirty and wrong, but if he pretended that their father was here, Shadepaw knew actually what he'd say. "Now Shadepaw the health of NightClan is more important then the survival of any other clan" Without asking questions Shadepaw followed in his brother's pawsteps as they went deeper into TreeClan territory. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

The stench of TreeClan was everywhere. It clung to his fur, it crowded his nostrils. He hated it, but the Clan had to be fed, and if that meant traveling deeper than they should into TreeClan territory, so be it. "Stay close," murmured the tom, and even as he spoke he caught the potent reek of a TreeClan cat nearby. Touching his brother's flank with his tail, the ebony warrior swiftly ducked inside a snow-covered holly bush, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he crouched within his chilly hiding spot. Shadepaw could either join him in here or find another place. The tom watched, his breahing shallow, though the anticipation was building with each second that past.

As he watched, a tortoiseshell and white she-cat - apprentice aged, probably - came walking out, her pace slow but even. If he didn't know better, he'd say she had some kind of internal injury making her move so slowly, but she didn't wince as she went about, the she-cat known as Duskpaw sniffing around, probably trying to pick up a prey scent. Maybe she'd find the vole Shadepaw had buried and take it back to her Clan?
Or raise the alarm. He thought bitterly, though inside his heart he knew he was burning for a brawl. This she-cat wouldn't have been any fun at all. Apprentices to him were like gnats to a lion.

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] He heard his brother's order to stay close so the tom hurried up and crouched beside his brother, breathing quickening as he saw the she-cat a distance. He wasn't aware of her injury for he wasn't paying any attention to anything other then the fact he felt he was in danger. Looking to his brother he expected the tom beside him to give him orders, do something to attack from above, come at her together, but still his brother was silent. Shadepaw was growing frantic and his paws lusted to make contact with the she-cat feel the crushing of her side with his bulk. Now in comparison he was only a little larger than her but if Shadepaw studied her like he should have, a skill he hadn't mastered, he'd understand that she was older than him and possibly had twice as much training. Without orders or even a warning Shadepwa sprang forward running full speed at the she-cat, while he had the element for surprise he was a full blooded mouse brain. He was ill prepare to really make contact with her so instead of taking her down he just crashed into her which sent them both sliding in the snow, Shadepaw a little more than shaken. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

Mousebrain! You were supposed to hide! Blackwolf almost cursed aloud. Seriously, Shadepaw was supposed to be his little brother - didn't he have more sense than this? Having already forgotten what it was like to be an apprentice himself, the warrior was mentally shaking his head in disproval of his younger brother's actions, and all he could do was watch as the tortoiseshell and white she-cat retaliated with force.

Duskpaw hissed with venom, having yowled out in surprise and pain when an apprentice with a strange smell had thrown themselves into her like a bowling ball to pins. Rolling with the momentum, she sprang to her paws, hissing and spitting in true TreeClan fashion, her light green eyes blazing with fire. "Who are you? GET OUT!" She snapped, her fur fluffed to the maximum. He really had come out of nowhere. What was this stupid furball doing, running into her like that? Detecting his NightClan scent, Duskpaw recoiled in disgust, her heart and thoughts racing together as one. They were both saying the same thing; this cat has gotta go. Claws unsheathed, Duskpaw took a swipe right for Shadepaw's jaw, ears flattened against her skull as she lashed out, her ribs still smarting.

Prey-stealer!

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] Shadepaw felt stupid and he knew that his brother wast thinking the same thing. While he struggled to his paws he did his best to fend for himself, trying to bat away her swipe at his jaw but it connected at her faster movements, he reeled back and yowled in surprise. Eyes narrowed he sprang again, jump from side to side trying to unbalance her, he noticed she seemed hurt now and he felt it was perfect attack there over and over. Yowling in anger now he gave a heavy claw to her side, hoping to grab a tuff of her from her side and cause more pain to her already weakened rib cage. She yowled at him for who he was and the quickest thing he could come up with was a lie. "I'm Greypaw of LightingClan" He growled, begging she'd take the bait. It didn't matter if she drove them away, but mattered was no one knew it was really NightClan stealing prey, he didn't want to be a fool and ruin it for everyone, even if he already caused one problem he'd have to deal with on his own. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

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[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

"I'm Greypaw of LightningClan."

GAH. MOUSEBRAIN. Blackwolf had to literally bite down on a branch to keep himself from verbally lashing out at his younger sibling, both amazed and horrified at the words his own kin had spoken. While yes, it was...probably the best plan he had at that moment, Blackwolf would've much preferred he give the TreeClan apprentice a fight worth remembering and then retreat before a patrol showed up. He wouldn't have solved things verbally. That's not how Blackwolf does things; even if he was outmatched, he'd rather fight until his last drop of blood than make excuses or weasel his way out of things.
He was a wolf, after all.

Duskpaw swatted the heavy claw away, circling the very inexperienced apprentice with ice-cold eyes, her steps faltering with disbelief when he declared himself a LightningClan cat. "What difference does that make? You still have to get out, before I claw your face off." She growled, in true TreeClan fashion; over in the bushes, Blackwolf silently wondered if maybe he should've spoken to Shadepaw about them before they'd started this hunting mission... While yes, much of the stories he painted of TreeClan for Shadepaw when the apprentice had still been a kit was of a bunch of lily-livered cats with kittypet blood and a big-footed pansy for a leader...

Perhaps all of that exaggeration, heck, all of that inaccuracy was catching up to Shadepaw, and it was no fault of his own. The blame fell solely on Shadepaw's older brother, who had been a bit...overzealous in his story-telling.

"I won't ask you again, cat. Get. OUT."
Everything about her posture told her enemy that she was preparing for another attack, her actions in of themselves a warning. Normally she would've struck like an adder when he would least expect it, but Duskpaw could see how green he was. Defeating him would be easy, even with bruised ribs, but she was not a merciless killer. She had been taught to fight fair.

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] Shadepaw staggered at the forces of her blows that he nearly stumbled but kept his paws under him and did his best to dodge and match her paw strikes, but failed on the one that struck him across the chest. With a yowl of frustration he narrowed his eyes and tried to slash at her again but she was too quick and his blows hit air. With a snarl he started backing away and gave himself enough space, spinning on his heels he bolted right towards NightClan border but stopped right before crossing it, unsure if she was following him. Panting the tom looked down and sighed unsure of what he should do next, besides waiting for his brother. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

Blackwolf felt his heart freeze in mortification, as his kin turned tail and ran from the enraged, fluffy tortoiseshell she-cat defending her territory. Following along and shaking with badly controlled emotion, he stalked them all the way back to the NightClan border, crossed it before either one of them, and whirled back to watch the aftermath.

Duskpaw felt her sides burn with the effort it took to run on newly/still-healing ribs, and that was simply more fuel to the irritated fire she was already feeling by chasing this intruder off of TreeClan soil. Running him out to the NightClan/TreeClan border, Duskpaw skittered to a stop - not because she had run out of steam, but because a great battle-scarred black tom with mismatched eyes had appeared behind the younger tom.

Blackwolf snarled like a wounded wolverine, Duskpaw's whole body fluffing in terror, she backed away, made sure they weren't going to trespass again, before turning tail and running home. With Blackwolf on the proper side of the border, he was silently hoping the she-cat would be able to chalk it up to an idiot apprentice on an idiot dare, or some such nonsense.

Now then...

The ebony tom whirled around to face his brother, the fur along his spine as raised and prickly as StarClan's Claws as the warrior confronted his youngest kin.
"What was that? Did you just RUN? What, afraid she was going to kill you? TreeClan is nothing but a bunch of SOFT-HEARTED KITTYPET LOVERS. WHY DID YOU RUN?"

Mismatched eyes furious, the ebony tom had tried earlier to hold his composure, but Blackwolf had never been very good at...holding back his anger.

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[Hellion]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/n4w3dl.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;]Father has spoken We were the KINGS of Promise[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] Shadepaw coward, his tail tucked under his legs he shied away from his older brother and tried not to hiss in his own defense. It wasn't that he was afraid of his brother, well that was the plain truth. The way Blackwolf had came toward his Shadepaw, he nearly tucked his tail and headed home, but he couldn't he'd rather face his brother alone than with his father around, that was more terrifying. "I haven't had that much battle training." Shadepaw whispered meekly, eyes glued on the ground, not sure of what to do. He felt weak and powerless to his elder siblings, in truth Shadepaw just wanted to hide but couldn't muster the courage to step to far away from his spot. "I'm sorry. He whispered softly, eyes remaining on the ground. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style]

Shade † of BTN

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true] Blackwolf 28 moons, Warrior, NightClan

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Cat: Here // Table by Phoenix

Blackwolf spat on the ground. He couldn't tell which upset him worse, the fact that Shadepaw had to say I'm sorry or the fact that they were in this mess in the first place. "Don't ever let this happen again." Growled the older tom, wanting nothing more than to put this conversation behind them. He flicked his tail for his sullen younger brother to follow, the warrior feeling his pelt burn with mortification and angry embarrassment at Shadepaw's obvious failures. The fault was probably with Dogfang then. Considering Dogfang was in charge of Shadepaw's battle training, obviously the blame fell to Shadepaw's mentor...

Starting to relax a little now that it was less Shadepaw's fault than it had been ten minutes ago, Blackwolf felt a twinge of regret in being so ready to blame Dogfang for his own kin's shortcomings... But he wasn't going to admit that. No, he was going to forget this mess happened. As far as he was concerned, they were nowhere near TreeClan. They could try the sparse patch of woods on LightningClan territory, but considering how open it was, that wasn't to Blackwolf's liking. He preferred the dense undergrowth and swamplands of NightClan any day.

Might as well poke around the Black Woods. RainClan wouldn't have much territory worth perusing, and Blackwolf didn't trust Shadepaw to avoid trouble if they crossed into StoneClan territory. With their only obvious source of prey already botched, it was best to head home and give their own Clan turf a halfway decent try, and despite Blackwolf's best efforts, this embarrassing memory wasn't going to fade away any time soon...

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