Fight and Spite [Close for Night]

Robinpaw had split away from her patrol just near the border. It had been uneventful and prey was sparse. All the cats hunting so close together would likely alert any prey nearby. She'd scented a bird and the wind seemed to have pulled it from this direction. The urge to climb into the trees was strong but this creature was pecking away contentedly at the aged bark of the fallen oak. Having not patrolled much out this way, her familiarity with Shadowclan was little to none. However, she could already smell their foul stench. It caused her nose to twitched as she crept forward. The fur along her spine stood up. Caution would have to be taken with each step. But she wasn't about to let the smell of an enemy clan drive her away from the precious prey that would feed her own clan. Once she got close, her hindlegs tensed and she sprang up onto the long. There was a flurry of feathers as the thing took flight, brushing past her nose, and causing a sneeze to break forth. Robinpaw shook her head, cursing under her breath. Her claws dug into the soft bark and she sucked in a breath of air. The Shadowclan scent was stronger. Her eyes opened to see a cat in front of her, coming towards them. Foxdung.

Crowpaw had managed to get away from Alfalfatuft on their patrol. Great StarClan, that tom was more annoying than a flea in the ear. The little black apprentice held his mouth agape as he searched for something to bring back to camp. The frogs were spawning, the birds had laid their eggs, surely there was an abundance of prey somewhere? Well, by the sound of it, something was moving near the oak that separated them from SkyClan territory. He ducked behind a tree and peered towards the source of the noise. Upon seeing nothing, he crept forward, ears pricked and eyes searching for the movement that might give away a creature's hiding spot. All he saw was some pale cat on top of the fallen tree, with a few feathers slowly settling onto the old bark. There were no cats like that in ShadowClan.

He came forward, listening for any more SkyClan cats that might be nearby. "You!" He called, stopping at the edge of a tree's shadow. The yellow-eyed tom spoke stiffly. "You'd better hope you stay on your side, treefrog. And learn to hunt on your own land."

You!

Robinpaw's eyes met with what could have only been those of a Shadowclan cat. She could faintly make out the outline of the tom who faced her. His coat only could have been described to be dark as a moonless night, with clouds covering the stars. Bearing her teeth, she considered the lack of honor she'd heard about from the neighboring clan. It only made sense that this tom would bear such a dark coat. The apprentice narrowed her eyes at him and hissed, "Me? What about you? If you weren't skulking so nosily perhaps I would have caught that bird. You startled it off, ratface! Besides, last I checked this was the border. And I'm a perfectly fine hunter when you're not around!" Robinpaw dug her claws into the bark and allowed her tail to lash in irritation behind her. She didn't want to let him know that her patrol was a distance away, and uncertainty wormed in her heart.