Unlike his companion, if one were to ask how Wolfhive felt of RiverClan he would've said they deserved everything terrible that befell them. It was hard for him to be sympathetic toward a Clan that'd repeatedly tried to kill him before he even became a warrior.
"Might be worth letting Bumba know, they aren't known to have the best record of keeping their nose where it belongs." Made him wonder if their attention had shifted to another Clan, or if they were plotting something. He twitched his ears, looking around for signs of being watched.
A splash in the water caught his attention, and instantly his hackles rose.
"Speaking of the devils.." he fully anticipated seeing a RiverClan cat, disregarding the borders and causing trouble. What he saw as he approached the source was entirely unexpected.
Wolfhive didn't understand what he was looking at. A brick of a dark brown creature with sleek fur and an odd tail. Between its paws was a fish, which it was presently tearing into.
"What in the hell is this thing?"
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