sucker for pain [c]

Rainpaw’s green eyes lifted up over the wheatgrasses, slowly drifting over territory. His territory. The fluffy tomcat slunk through the grass, carefully monitoring the things around him. He took his duty as a patroller very seriously, even alone. He should not have been out alone considering rogues, predators, and worse, but with WindClan’s amount of apprentices versus warriors... it was necessary. Lifting his tail, the apprentice adjusted himself with the wind. Maybe he could do a bit of hunting as well. He angled towards the thunderpath, spotting a dark form near. Whether on the ShadowClan or WindClan side, Rainpaw couldn’t tell. He tried tasting the air to determine the type of prey, but the acrid Thunderpath stench blocked it out.

Still in a crouch, Rainpaw paused as he drew closer, eyes squinting suspiciously. That... That was a cat. On the WindClan side of the border! A ShadowClan cat! Springing up, the large apprentice drew closer, tail bristling in curiosity, adrenaline, fear, and excitement. Rainpaw considered attacking for half a second, but decided against it. This ShadowClan cat (apprentice, by the scent), could have important news for his Clan. Still wary, Rainpaw stopped a few foxlengths away, fur slowly beginning to fluff up. He was already a large apprentice, and he almost doubled inside as his long fur extended out. His deep voice helped shape his intimidating appearance, though he didn’t realize it. “You’re on WindClan land,” he said, ears perked forwards. “Explain yourself, then leave. I won’t ask again.”