Ugh, Rookfire was being a boring pain in the tail. Surely Windclan would WELCOME the gift of some frogs, seeing as their rabbits were so stringy and gross. Leapingpaw was right in that frogs were best eaten, though Shrewstep was of the opinion that there were probably a few too many to actually get around to catching and consuming in the time allotted for their patrol. Regardless, he didn't really have much of a choice but to go along with the consensus of marking and then munching.
Sounds good! he called, already starting down the border in the opposite direction to Rookfire. Stars above, what WAS that commotion? Ah, Windclan was having just as much trouble with the amphibians as they were. And, it seemed, trying to chase them onto Shadowclan territory. So they wouldn't actually be starting trouble with Windclan after all, now would they? Such a downer, wasn't it? Rookfire really needed to chill out. But that was also a downer, and Shrewstep didn't do downers, so he focused on giggling quietly to himself at the Windclanner's panic as he marked the border and caught three of the little snacks. And if on the way back to the others he kicked a singular frog over the border when he was sure no one was looking, well, that was his knowledge alone. @
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