Although Gingerpaw enjoyed going out on his own, and did so often, his expedition this time was for different reasons than to just enjoy the moors. Ever since the illness began to spread, he had been avoiding camp as much as possible in an attempt to keep himself healthy. It seems to have worked, as he hadn't gotten sick yet, but that didn't mean he would stop separating himself.
Walking along the Thunderpath, he put himself to good use, making sure the borders were marked and no scents crossed the boundaries. It was somewhat hard to do, considering how badly the Thunderpath smelled. It covered most other scents nearby it, but he could still manage to pick out a fresh Shadowclan scent. Hackles raising, he gazed across the thunderpath, looking for who was nearby. When a she-cat's mew rang out through the air, he directed his attention toward the sound and ran toward it. He wouldn't normally be the cat to start a fight, but with the illness and everything, he didn't feel comfortable allowing a cat from another clan get so close to the border. Crouching low, he waited until he didn't feel the rumbling of monsters before he darted across the Thunderpath. Without wasting a moment, he unsheathed his claws and attacked Strawpaw, raking his claws down her flank.
Gingerpaw used Claws and Teeth, dealing 6 HP [4+2]
Gingerpaw: 30/30 HP
Strawpaw 24/30 HP