Only a fool would hunt along the WindClan-RiverClan border only a few days after an outright war.

Call the warrior a fool, or call her merely desperate- she was starving and knew that she had the right to live, to eat and not waste away in her own chocolaty fur. She paid little attention to the code and instead placed her faith and trust in the paws of StarClan. They would provide, especially when the code clearly could not...if only her clanmates were wise enough to see that.

Sandwhisker had not been on the front-line when the war commenced, instead she was charged to stay at camp and defend it in the event that the attack backfired. Perhaps that was why she acted so half-witted about hunting along the border: she was inexperienced in the face of bloodshed. To add, her generally laid-back nature made her seemingly fearless in the face of danger, simply because she didn't give terror the time of day. She had much more important matters to attend to, like caring for her clanmates and begging StarClan to end the brutal leafbare, and send some sunshine in RiverClan's direction.

Treading lightly on dainty paws, the RiverClanner stalked along the border in search of something that wasn't fish, something furry that could hopefully satiate at least an elder or a kitten. The river would give up no more of its fish, and so it was time that Sandwhisker turned to the land instead.

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