[ghostwriter]

Tallfern bounded through the pine forest on silent step, her plumed tail raised above her back. The big she-cat could smell the sharp tang of prey on the air—there was a vole rummaging through the pine needles just up ahead. She narrowed her eyes, smirking triumphantly as she prepared to pounce, long calico pelt dappled with late afternoon sunlight. However, the ShadowClan warrior paused as a peculiar scent tinged the air.
Suddenly, a lean marbled tabby tom sprung from the undergrowth, landing squarely on the coke and delivering a killing bite.
“How kind of you to lead me directly to my next meal.” He quipped, emerald eyes taunting.
“Hey, that’s ShadowClan prey!” The big warrior hissed, her hackles bristling.
Sirius, the notoriously viperous rogue, bared his teeth in a cruel smirk, “ShadowClan this, ThunderClan that...do you Clan cats really think you can lay claim to an entire forest with your foolish lines in the sand?”