He begrudgingly returned to camp with his undesired "companion" coming alone with him, or rather, him occasionally shoving her along with an abrupt push of his shoulder. The bitter tom appeared more resentful than usual, with a vexed gleam evident in his chilling golden eyes. Hawktalon had desired for nothing more than a peaceful patrol, one that would be uneventful and result in nothing but some refreshed borders. He was a cat of rhythm, an old soul that thrived upon familiarities and a lack of change. So discovering an outsider from another land not just once, but twice...

Well, to be franked, it rocked his world. 
"Shattered" it, even. 

He had been out to find peace, and instead he returned with the object of his frustration. If another wrench was thrown into his daily plans again, he'd surely lose it. Hawktalon was already on the edge as was- this stranger was fortunate enough that he valued his dignity and ThunderClan, otherwise he would have suffocated her on the spot to rid his clan of the vermin. But policies were policies, and the code was still in place. 

Besides, he was sure that Lynxstar would find some sort of opportunity in taking in the stranger. The last thing Hawktalon wanted to do was upset his former mentor. He valued the leader- admired him, even. Surely he could make some use of the seemingly elementless abomination that wandered into their territory. She surely had information about the world beyond theirs, and that info could be vital to their survival some day.

"Lynxstar!" The rugged tabby called for the cat who had once mentored him, sending a brief glare back to the peculiar black molly who spoke like none other. "I caught an intruder entering our land and disregarding our borders and rules. They claim to not be of the Valley."

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