T I G E R T U F T
Becoming a warrior was great and all, but where was the excitement? Most of the Clan would probably argue that there had been altogether too much excitement lately, what with everything happening to Juncostar, but Tigertuft was not most cats. When she became a warrior, she'd thought there would be more Clan arguments, more secrets, more fighting rogues off the borders! Instead, she just got stuck with more patrols and a touch more freedom.
Well, she was going to take advantage of that freedom tonight.
In the darkness of the warrior's den, two vibrant blue eyes shone, focused on the entrance as Tigertuft weaved her way through the various nests scattered about. It was the middle of the night and everyone was resting - surely no one would notice if she snuck away, just for a little while.
Tigertuft let out a surprised puff of air as her paw caught on one of the nests, sending her stumbling out of the den. She glanced back briefly to ensure everyone was still sleeping before she scurried off with a swish of her feathery tail.
Her goal was ThunderClan's territory. She wasn't planning to go very far into it - it was already a long enough walk as it was and she needed to make it back before dawn patrol - but really, after moons and moons of training as an apprentice, didn't she deserve to take just a little peek? She wouldn't spend long and no one would even know she was there! Besides, ThunderClan was just as busy as ShadowClan recovering after the whole situation with their leaders. They didn't have time to worry about one warrior crossing over.
So, that was how Tigertuft found herself approaching the border between territories, where the pine trees gradually transitioned into oak. Foolishly, as she approached that invisible line where the two territories met, she didn't even bother to be subtle and her bright ginger coat stuck out like flames in the dim lighting.
redmask
The russet tom had been happily sleeping in his nest when suddenly he was rudely awoken by a paw prodding into his side and the sound of someone stumbling. Grunting softly, Redmask sleepily opened his eyes only to catch the tail tip of whoever the culprit was. For a moment, the shadowclanner hesitated, looking longingly at his nest. He knew he couldn't though, he had to see what was going on - whoever that was, what they were doing, and why they had to wake him up. Pushing himself to his feet, Redmask slowly stalked out of the den, carefully placing his paws between nests to avoid making a sound.
He kept a distance between himself and the other warrior - the scent of shadowclan made him relax more, but he knew that sneaking out always meant someone was up to no good. He puffed out his chest, feeling quite fond of himself for following the warrior code perfectly and making sure others knew it as well as he did. Redmask was pulled away from his thoughts when he realized how close they had gotten to the Thunderclan border. Eyes wide, he bounded ahead, a snarl forcing its way up his throat. A traitor in shadowclan? How dare they!
"Stop!" Redmask hissed, trying to avoid shouting, running towards the bright ginger fur of his clanmate. "You foolish kit, you know you aren't supposed to cross the border. Are you going to give them all our secrets?" The tom growled, stopping a few rabbit-hops away from the molly, trying to catch her before she stepped foot over the invisible line. "And for Starclan sake, if you were planning on sneaking off, at least try to be quiet, you stumbled out of the den and through the whole forest, didn't you get any training?" The russet tom scoffed, staring the bright ginger feline down with a mix of anger and exhaustion in his gaze. "What was your plan anyway?"