Xenophobia, Book 2 | Warrior Cats Short Story
Creampaw sat on a flat rock in the corner of the camp, washing herself. "Intruder!" The black and white she-cat's fur spiked. Intruder.... Black fuzz started to crowd her vision as the rest of her clan started to chatter like starlings. Indruder...intruder.... She could see Larksong and Stonestep escorting a shaggy c...