Unknown POV~ (Please Note That It Is a Tom)

Heading down near the border of SunClan, I see Shining Rocks. At the moment, SolarClan owns the rocks, but it won't be long till SunClan tries again. I think darkly, as the patrol containing Shadowleap, Snowsong, Flaringpaw, and I, refresh our border markers.

"Hey, can you smell anything weird here?" Shadowleap, a close friend of mine asks. Padding over to him, I smell am unfamiliar stench, near our border marker, but passing through SunClan.

"Should we tell a patrol walking by?" I ask, seeing that most of the patrol was here anyways.

"I guess, but knowing SunClan, they won't be the thankful type." Snowsong growls, curling her lip slightly.

As we wait for a SunClan patrol to arrive, Shadowleap and I catch up on details.

"So, what do you think about Brightmoon?" Shadowleap asks, curiosity filling his eyes.

"Well, I don't know how to say this but... She's rude, snappy, and too sarcastic." I say slowly, trying not to be too harsh as Shadowleap blinks in surprise.

"You know she likes you, a whole lot, right?" The black tom asks, a sparkle of humor in his voice.

"Wait, what?! That senior she-cat doesn't know what she's doing then." I say sternly, as Shadowleap and I both laugh.

As cats from the other side of the border near, I see a dusty tabby pelt, a pure white she-cat, and a silver tabby apprentice as well as Deadtooth.

Names click into my head. Whitefrost, Silverpaw, Deadtooth, and Dustcloud.

"What do you skinny freaks want?" Dustcloud snarls, his eyes glittering as Snowsong tenses, and Flaringpaw unsheathes her claws.

"We just came to warn you about something." Snowsong meows calmly, but her temper is noticed by all.

"About what? Your stinky border line?" Deadtooth sneers, rolling his eyes darkly.

"No, about a strange scent over your border, flea-brain!" Flaringpaw growls, flicking her left ear as Snowsong glares at her apprentice.

"What scent? Do you think we can't smell?" Dustcloud hisses, throwing defiant glares at us as the silver apprentice over the border flinches.

"Never mind. We'll just be on our way back to camp now." Snowsong sighs, as we turn our backs, heading over to the moors again, but we stop for a howling yowl.

"Your not going anywhere." Deadtooth snarls, as the large cats surround us, as claws slide out.