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Thunderpaw yawned as he shuffled on through the trees, looking around without really processing anything he was seeing. Gods, he hated going on the dawn patrol. Why did it have to be so early? What enemy was trying to invade their territory before the sun rose? And if they did invade, were they really going to wait at the border for him to escort them into the territory?
Unfortunately, there was nobody around to listen to his complaints. The dawn patrol had left far before he woke up, but his mentor was annoyed that he had missed it again and sent him to catch up to the group. That was yesterday.
So maybe he was a little lost.
As the city started to rise up in front of him, Thunderpaw stopped with a groan, staring blankly at the buildings. He wasn't in WinterClan anymore.
Fawnpaw (the one that wasn't the medicine cat apprentice) felt a sting of irritation at the tom's words. "Rogues?" she snorted, padding up to the stranger (which probably wasn't a very good idea, but Fawnpaw thought things like good ideas and horrible ideas were all subjective, anyway). "We're not rogues, mousebrain! Don't tell me the rest of the forest still doesn't think of SwiftClan as a proper Clan?!"
"Ohh, you're SwiftClan," he reflected slowly, recognizing the name though he had never met any of their clan before. Thunderpaw inched a little closer to her, stretching out his neck to take a not-so-subtle whiff of her scent. "I thought you guys lived in the forest somewhere, not the twolegplace. What do you hunt out here?"
Fawnpaw gave the tom an amused look as he crept closer. At least he's not trying to be all surreptitious about it. "We hunt whatever we find," she said, and her tone turned more teasing. "Y'know, 'cause all you other Clans keep taking the good territory for yourselves and we're left with the scraps. We have the moral justification to venture out of bounds a bit if we need to."
Thunderpaw looked at her and arched one scruffy grey brow. "You're not seriously saying that WinterClan took the good territory," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You can take it! I can't go for one walk without freezing my paws off in all of the snow. There's a breeze and snow always, always falls from the trees and lands directly on me. Nobody else."
