Early morning patrols were the norm for the senior tom. His apprentice, however, hadn't yet seemed to have adjusted to their new training schedule. Reedtail grumbled to himself as the younger molly followed behind him.

Why did he of all people have to be assigned that damned dark elemental? Her presence alone disgusted him. ThunderClan may be filled with tree-loving-bee-brains but at least they had one thing right. Frostwhisper and Furzepaw should get the hell out of RiverClan if they knew what was good for them. Run off to the vermin across the river, or better yet, be eaten by WindClan's rabid wolves. It would be even better if they took Plumkit, too. It's a shame we taught them how to swim.

The snap of a branch pulled the tom out of his thoughts. He spun around to the source, flattening his ears. "Furzepaw, you frogbrain! Are you trying to scare away every damned piece of land-prey in the valley?" He hissed.

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