Whitestar quietly snuck into a tall tree and looked down. He couldn't help his mouth drop open as he saw the "Clan," most asleep, one on guard, and Whitestar assumed more were out there, hunting. He signaled and Nightwhisper followed him as they spied deeper into the camp.
Dirtpaw looked behind him, then looked around, then the ground. I'm so bored! Why can't I go on the awesome spying expeditions they go on?! he thought angrily. Then a smell caught his nose, the one Whitestar showed him on his first border patrol. SunClan. He looked toward the smell and saw a gray tabby leading a patrol. The tabby smelled him and hissed, and approached closer. Dirtpaw's eyes got wide.
"H-H-Hello... L-look, I'm barely an apprentice, please, oh StarClan please, don't rip me to shreds! Ohhhh!" Dirtpaw broke down and started pacing and whining things incomprehensible. The tabby looked amused at Dirtpaw.
"Who are you? You shouldn't play so close to the border. I am Breezestar, and no matter what Clan I'm from, respect your elders. Go back to camp," she ordered.
"B-B-B-But W-Whitestar... H-He told me t-to stay h-here... He's s-spying on a r-r-rogue..."
Breezestar's eyes widened. "Rogue? Why didn't you say so?! Leafpaw, stay here. Lillypetal, go back and tell the others. I'm going in." Breezestar bounded up the ledge into the territory.








