"Where did you three come from? So we can send you back. I swear if it's EmberClan, your going to regret coming here in the first place."
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Rookpaw looked at the massive brown tabby tom. She felt Basilpaw tense beside her and Foxpaw unsheathe his claws.
"Who are these three?" He growled at the grey tom.
"Ummm... We fou-" He stammered only to be cut off by a loud hiss of annoyance. Every cat in the camp looked to a single she-cat standing on a rock with a small river running from it, and through the camp.
"This must be Minnowstar!" Foxpaw whispered to Basilpaw. Basilpaw's only response was a small shiver.
Minnowstar- As the Apprentice suspected - Slowly and almost gracefully walked to the seven cats by the camp walls.
"What happened here?" She queried, not entirely surprised about the apprentices entrance.
"We found them by the border." The white footed tom announced, grinning to the big tabby tom whom was growling at him, clearly annoyed.
"Good work, Icefoot." Minnowstar complimented him airily, impatience swelling in her face.
"Where are they from, then." The tabby tom hissed, nudging Icefoot so hard that he fell to the ground with an alarmed yelp.
Minnowstar just smirked at this and looked at the other two RainClan warriors.
"Hmph, would you know?" She asked them, ignoring the pained groans of the fallen Icefoot.
"Sandflight doesn't have an idea." The she-cat nudging the clueless tom beside her.
He realized what she said and laughed, nudging her back.
"Quit bugging me, Weaselfrost. You know I'm not as observant as you!"
Minnowstar grew more and more impatient as she turned to Foxpaw with her eyes almost slits.
"Where did you three come from? So we can send you back. I swear if it's EmberClan, your going to regret coming here in the first place."
Rookpaw took in her words as she remembered the dispute between Cinderstar of EmberClan and Minnowstar at the last gathering.
It ended in a quite gory battle, with two cats dead. She remembered them, one from EmberClan called Mothsong and one in MinnowClan called Greystrike.
"I-I promise you that we are not from EmberClan." Foxpaw reasoned, probably recalling the same thing as his fellow apprentice.
Minnowstar laughed.
"Of course not. You would have been caught faster because EMBERCLAN WALK LIKE A PACK OF MUTTS!" she laughed, Foxpaw, Rookpaw, Sandflight, Weaselfrost and the tabby tom joining in.
After a long moment, Rookpaw decided not top speak up.
Minnowstar looked at them, a little wisp of humor floating in the air.
"Let me guess; SorrelClan? I guess their apprentices would be too weak to fight at all." She asked Foxpaw.
Foxpaw smiled at her, getting used to the situation.
"No, we are from NeedleClan." He announced, his tail wagging.
Minnowstar nodded slowly.
"Then I guess we have no dispute with you... At all. You are free to go. Only in one con-"
But before she could finish, a gang of cats burst into camp.
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