The ShadowClan medicine cat wasn't on a rampage... yet. No, he was only warning the leaders before it got too out of paw, and they would know what was to be expected.
Padding through the HawkClan territory, he knew he was welcome wherevever he pleased, being a medicine cat. But that wasn't a problem, he was here to speak with Hawkstar. He approached the camp warily, expecting to be pummeled by gaurds, warriors... anything. He must have tripped over several kits, and making the journey here was long, but worth it. At least he wasn't screaming his head off about these cats... yet.
Oh yes. Two Third world cats had follow Frogsplash all the way through the territory, and were now practicly breathing down his spine's fur. He shuddered, and made his way toward the leader's den. Finding the den wasn't hard, it was getting past all of the cats' stares as he trooped through thwe camp. It was awkward, for a ShadowClan cat to be there.
Slipping into the leader's den, Frogsplash sat promtly down, pretty sure a few dozen cats had tried to follow him in, but stayed outside. Of course the ghastly Third World cats had to follow him in, but it wasn't like he could stop them, that was a bit impossible.
"Hawkstar?" he called, the name ringing through the den loudly, as if it was empty. He placed his paws closer to his hind legs, and tucked his tail around them, sitting properly to greet the leader.