"Warriors Series, will you be mine?" "No, Darkleaf, I don't love you. I belong to the Hunters." "But Warriors! I have my own characters, and Rainheart and Tawnystorm and…" "It doesn't matter. You do not own me." "No!!!!"

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Tawnystorm

I checked the scent marker, making sure it was clear. We usually didn't patrol this border because it was away from the other Clans, but we needed to lay new markers every now and then to give a warning to any rogues or kittypets that are stupid enough to come near. My father, Bramblestar, had given me permission, no, ordered me, to lead the patrol over here. I would much rather be hunting or sparring in the hollow.

I waved my tail for the others, wanting to move on. Lionblaze and his apprentice Bluepaw were the only other cats on the patrol, but Lionblaze was taking his time pointing out every shrub and stone along the way. Bluepaw hadn't patrolled here before, and she was only encouraging him as she nodded fervently, hanging onto his every word like it was life or death. A perfect little I'm-a-hardworking-loyal-cat-and-will-follow-the-code-and-respect-the-elders-and-be-perfect blah blah blah. You can't have any fun with that attitude.

"Can't you two hurry up? I promised Briarpelt that I'd hunt with her later. Plus you two have moons to talk about this." I complained.

"I'm teaching Bluepaw!" Lionblaze snapped. "And have some patience, won't you?"

I rolled my eyes. My dear cousin could be ever so irritating. To think if my long-gone cousin Hollyleaf had kept her trap shut, he would have been my brother!

Suddenly I picked up a scent. My pelt bristled, my lips pulling back in a snarl. "Lionblaze! Get over here!"

"I said I'm coming! Just because you're leading the patrol-" Lionblaze snarled at me, but I cut him off.

"No, mouse-brain! I smell a rogue! On our territory!" I hissed. Frowning, he strode over and stuck his nose in the air. His eyes widened with surprise.

"We'll follow the scent and see if the rogue has left, but we better be on the alert." He said. I didn't care that he made the decisions, I was already bounding ahead, eager to find the rogue. Finally, some excitement!

I dashed after the trail, Lionblaze and Bluepaw running behind. The rogue hadn't traveled into the territory very far, but I was positive he was still here somewhere. I had raced almost to the ShadowClan border when I burst into a small clearing. I skidded to a halt, Lionblaze and Bluepaw stopping by my sides. Not ten feet from us was the rogue!

So the rogue was a 'he'. A very good-looking he, with dark brown fur and lighter tabby stripes. He was very large and muscular, like my father, and surprisingly well-groomed for a rogue.

But of course that doesn't matter! I yelled at myself. What are you waiting for? Get him!

I flung myself at the rogue with a yowl, and he darted away. Lionblaze crashed into him before he could escape, tackling him into the ground. They were equal in size, but Lionblaze had age and Clan experience, while the rogue had battle skills from living life on the move. It would have been an equal battle, but Lionblaze won because of his inexplicable never-gets-hurt-in-fights thing. I'm not the only cat who's noticed it.

Plus he had me and Bluepaw, who quickly pinned the brown tabby. I snarled down at him menacingly, "What are you doing on ThunderClan's territory, rogue?"

He struggled angrily beneath my paws. "Leaving!" he spit.

"Not yet." Lionblaze said. "We'll see what Bramblestar thinks about all this." He tugged the rogue to his feet. "Let's go. Bluepaw, alert the warriors, please."

She nodded. "I'll be fast." She replied, not sounding scared at all. I had to admit, I admired her bravery. Her blue-gray tail disappeared around a bush, and she was gone.

Lionblaze and I took positions like guards on either side of the rogue. We followed the worn trail back to camp. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Gale." He said curtly.

No one spoke until we reached camp. Foxtooth and Blossomtail waited for us at the entrance. They took up positions behind us and we marched into camp. I raised my head proudly. Everyone thought of me as a troublemaker like my mother, but here was proof I could do things too! Everyone can see how my patrol caught a rogue!

Cats glared at the rogue from either side, hissing hostilely. I lead the way up to where Bramblestar sat on the Highledge. His fur was streaked with bits of gray, but he was young still young at heart. My mother Squirrelflight looked at me proudly, untouched by age.

"Father!" I called out. "As Bluepaw has probably told you, my patrol has captured a rogue."

Bramblestar looked down. "What is your name?"

"Gale." Gale answered.

"Well, Gale. I am Bramblestar, leader of ThunderClan. Any cat could've scented the border markings, but you entered our territory anyway. Is this not true?"

"It is. I smelled cat, but it was a week old, and I figured that whoever left it was long gone. I meant no harm." He dipped his head respectfully.

Bramblestar tilted his head. "Poppyfrost, what do you think?" Poppyfrost was the deputy. There were other cats who deserved the position as much as she did, like Lionblaze, but Poppyfrost was smart and kind, using her head and heart before her claws. This made her a good choice.

Poppyfrost mewed, "I think there is a lesson to be learned here. If we renewed the scent markings on our far borders more often, we wouldn't have problems like this."

"My thoughts exactly." Bramblestar remarked. "Therefore, I think it's fit that we let Gale go."

Immediately cats began yowling. Brindlestripe, a young tom, was the loudest. "He's a trespasser! We should teach him a lesson!"

I personally was relieved. Gale was… He shouldn't be attacked. Like Poppyfrost said, we needed to renew our borders more.

"Quiet!" Bramblestar yowled above the noise. "Tawnystorm, Lionblaze, and Rainheart will escort Gale off the territory. I now end this meeting." He leaped down and padded away amid the outraged cries.

A musical voice alerted me to Rainheart's presence. "Tawnystorm? Would you like to lead?" Rainheart was a blue-gray she cat with a white chest and paws, blue eyes, and long fluffy fur. She was small for a warrior, just bigger than an apprentice. Everyone thought she was pretty and sweet. I had no quarrel with her. Then.

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Press the button! Do it! You know you want to!

I know them catching Gale was suspiciously convenient, but too bad, get over it.