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Owlfeather's tortoiseshell fur bristled as the WindClan tom came into view. She let out a slight hiss, which was mostly a formality. It was pretty much the standard for a border meet-up of any sort.
"This is ShadowClan land now," the she-cat growled. Her old, battle-worn pelt made her look more intimidating than she actually was--namely the savage claw scar across her face. She'd earned that in the fight with the rogues a few moons back.
"The border was moved a few sunrises ago. We're going to tell you this only once. Either respect our new markers, or prepare to fight." She stood tall with her ears flattened, and her bristling tail flicking behind her.
"And I think we all know that WindClan is in no position to have a battle right now."