[H1][color=f7976a]Warmpaw[/color][/h1]

[color=f7976a]"Neighboring group?"[/color] Warmpaw spat the words, [color=f7976a]"Our only neighbors are Shadowclan and Riverclan. You don't smell like either."[/color] thats right, keep them talking. The longer they did, the more chance of Mallownose returning before they do something to the three young toms. This Python was much bigger than he was. Now he silently wished Shadowpaw or even Stormstrike were here. They were much bigger than he was and they would easily chase her and her accomplice away.

[color=f7976a]"This is our territory. You better leave before someone bigger and meaner than us comes along."[/color] he growled. If she wanted to play the friend game, he wasn't going to provoke her by telling her he could smell the scent that lingered heavily upon her. A scent he desperately wished to forget. The scent of cat death.

He always relived the night his family died every time he shut his eyes. Every blink was a ghostly cat of the cats he had lost. Every whisper of wind, the breath of dogs on his fur. The smell of families corpses in the night air as he cowered, fearful of what his clan would do to him. He wanted to forget it all. Yet here it was, laughing at him through the she-cats eyes. Why was StarClan determined never to rid him of his nightmares?

Whatever happened next, he wasn't going down without a fight this time.