"You waitin' for somebody?"
The meow came from a light brown tabby that just happened to be patrolling around the border. He had smelt this caracal before he saw it, the taste hitting his tounge as he had stalked through the small bushes that Bloodclan now called home. This desert was so freaking hot, his paws burned with each step he took. Forestfire looked at this apprentice.
"Well?" He meowed, his voice harsh with annoyence. When cats are out in the open like this, it's the same as yowling your head off to bring cats from the outskirts of Bloodclan territory to come and rip you appart. His paintence was running low with this apprentice, his long tail flicking in annoyence. Forestfire watched the apprentice with the glwoing emerelds that were his eyes. He sat down, waiting for Torridpaw to speak.