Bushes would rattle fiercely as a figure wasted no time in making his appearance. It was Mistfeather, a tom not hesitating to jump in front of the apprentice's way with a serious expression on his face.

"Raspberrypaw stop, you know better then to go off attacking a stranger on your own," the tom scolded, his eyes turning to gaze towards Whitley. This tom was normally very mild mannered and quiet especially beside his close comrade Rainwhisper, yet now he was filled with a rage that even rivaled that of the moon god. His claws remained sheathed but he crotched protectively in front of the apprentice, "Cornering a young cat on her own, how low can you get."

Mistfeather flashed a grin towards the apprentice, "Stay behind me young one," the tom instructed before running off after the stranger. With an expression of casual annoyance, the tom would call out as they ran, "Now come on, don't tell me you're too scared to face one warrior and an apprentice are you? Turn around and take us on!" He was fairly laid back sounding, keeping straight behind the tom in hopes in keeping him towards the direction he wished to see him go, 'That's right, keep heading forward....'

"Raspberrypaw go around the ridge and circle in front of us, I'll keep close on his tail. If you catch him off guard in front it will give me the chance to catch him by surprise when he tries to redirect himself from you!" Mistfeather instructed quickly.

Not hesitating in the slightest, the lean muscular tom followed the stranger of the ridge, landing squarely at the bottom with little moments pause before continuing to run after his target. 'This brings me back to days protecting our territory from rogues when we were loners at the edge of the territory. If Rainwhisper were here she'd likely would have caught up to him...' The benefit the tom had was Raspberrypaw would be enough to make up for Mistfeather's frame. He wasn't fast and agile as his best friend was, but he was practically a wall when it came to taking an enemy head on. If Raspberrypaw could catch up and do as instructed, the two would stand a chance on bringing down the stranger.

Mistfeather would let out a yowl as the rock slide rushed toward him, his eyes widening as the massive rock barreled toward his frame and he did his best to make his way up. He would grit his teeth as one of the rocks slid down his frame, the scent of dirt and blood filling his nose as he fought to get out of the rubble. 'I have to protect Raspberrypaw, she's taking him on all on her own' he told himself before finally managed to drag his body up the ridge. The tom watched for a moment as the two cats scrambled with each other, but an anger immediately hit him like a storm. Mistfeather, bleeding and covered in dust, used the last of his adrenaline to get in front of the strange tom.

His appearance was unruly, the tom's grey pelt looked brown from all the dirt from the fall, he had a fair sized gash on his right shoulder which was bleeding all down his leg, and his right ear was torn sending blood dripping down his face. If he didn't look like an angry wild cat now, oh did he look like it right then, "I'm done playing games, you nearly killed me. If the apprentice had given chase right behind me you could have killed her!"

Mistfeather didn't pause to give Whitley a chance to flee, rushing forwards the tom would immediately charge forward and tackle the tom scrambling in a pile of paws and fur all in an effort to try to pin him down. By the time he managed too, Mistfeather was out of breath and pushing a sheathed paw against the tom's chest. For several moments the tom stared, his gaze showing nothing but malice towards the masked stranger he had underneath him. While very easily he could have likely unmasked him, threatened to hurt him and even possibly kill him with he strength he clearly possessed... he simply leaned forward and whispered in a deep growl, "You apologize to her... right now..."

It was clear by tone of his voice the tom was doing his very best to keep himself together. Every part of him wanted to flail this tom for what he nearly did to him and he apprentice who accompanied him... but that wasn't what he was anymore. He wasn't about to put Raspberrypaw in a position to witness such a sight, "You apologize to her... and I will let you live..."

Mistfeather snarled at the tom's sarcasm, "You're very lucky I don't go through the trouble of flailing you at the border to set an example for others who trespass on our territory. Get out of here I don't care where as long as it's outside of EarthClan territory. We have enough problems then to have to manage a masked Romeo on our land." The tom kept his paws on the stranger for a moment longer, several moments contemplating whether or not to unmask the cat... but every cat was entitled to his secrets, Mistfeather had his own fair share. It was because of this reason the former loner lifted his paw, deciding to let the roamer go, "Don't make me regret releasing you, remember what could have happened today."

Mistfeather sighed gently before batting the apprentice's ear with a sheathed paw, "If I wasn't here I wouldn't want you to chase after the tom on your own. There is always a place to be brave, but there is always a place to be smart as well. Even as a warrior you should never try to take on another cat on your own if you can avoid it. We are not rogues and loners, we are a clan and we need to feel as if we can rely on each other."

With an expression of worried kindness he sniffed over her pelt to check for injuries, "Are you injured at all? Your mother will surely add more injuries to my pelt should you return with any blood on your fur."