Grizzlybug has been poking around in the sleepy thicket, searching for some mice and voles to bring home when he heard the sound of a voice. The big fearsome warrior nearly jumped out of his fluff, and had to sheepishly lick his chest fur as he turned around to see a much smaller cat behind him. The massive tomcat blinked at the slightly disheveled young she-cat and offered a friendly smile. He wasn’t much of the ‘get off my land’ type, but technically it was his job to get her off of his land, so Grizz chirped, “hey, kid- how’d you get so far into Riverclan territory without some cat noticing you?” She looked vaguely familiar and the smells of twoleg and outskirts seemed to be just barely tinged with Riverclan. Whether that was from a possible past with the clan or from her trudging through their land, he wasn’t sure.

“Oh, wonderful,” Grizzlybug chirped, glad not to have to run a cat off the territory. He wasn’t a fan of making himself scary and chasing other cats away- especially when they were small. “C’mon then, Ringpaw. The name’s Grizzlybug, nice to meet you!” With that, Grizz turned toward camp and trotted off, keeping a more reasonable pace for the tired looking apprentice. He was glad that the hint of Riverclan on her fur had been her own scent rather than a product of rolling around in the scent line- it always made him feel good to guide cats home. Like a little star cat.