Brackenstar lay in his den and sighed. He tried to go to sleep but couldn't stop thinking about Echostar. He stood up and stretched his limbs. Brackenstar slipped out into the clearing and yawned. He decided to go hunting so he walked out of the camp and scented the air. He could smell a mouse. Brackenstar crouched up to the mouse and killed it with a swift bite to the neck. As he nibbled the mouse, he scented a rouge. He quietly stalked over towards the rouge and just before attacking, he stepped on a branch. The rouge spotted him and hissed. 

"You are on ThunderClan territory," Brackenstar said, "Get off or I'll have to hurt you." The rouge chuckled and lunched herself at Brackenstar. He moved out of the way and counter-attacked. By then, Brackenstar could scent that the rouge used to be from WindClan. He stopped attacking the rouge and sat down. 

"So, who are you?" Brackenstar asked.

"I am Tallfeather," The long-haired fawn tom said, his green eyes shining. Brackenstar saw dawn approaching, so he said goodbye and quickly ran back to camp. He caught some prey on the way so no one would ask any questions.  When he finally came back, he was very tired. 

Brackenstar jumped up to his den and licked his ruffled fur. He then lay down, tucking his paws under his paws.