ί ωαικ τhίs ρατh αιοηε... ((romance))

Arrow walked along the shadowclan border, daring to step across and even steal a stray rabbit. The tall, fluffy white she cat sat down emotionlessly, and bit into the rabbit. Finishing it off, she licked the remains from her whiskers, and left a pile of bones in the clearing. Arrow stood up, walking deeper into Shadowclan territory.

"Halt," a low, deep voice commanded. This cat wasn't one that was harsh or merciless; you could tell by his voice, of which lacked most emotion. He was strict, however, being one of the most respected warriors in ShadowClan. He wore a dark gray tabby pelt, and his black stripes resembled long, skinny stretches of shadows. He peered at the loner through narrowed golden eyes, and he stepped forward, becoming an obstacle to Arrow's path.

Arrow blinked once, starring up at the new stranger. By the musky scent, she could tell this was a shadowclan cat. Arrow stood still, showing no signs of hostility.

"State your name and where you are from," the warrior ordered gruffly. He flexed his black paws, just in case she was dangerous, but didn't make any move to unsheathe them just yet.

Arrow flicked her right ear, and sat down. "Arrow. I come from the mountains. " The loner replied calmly.

"Uh-huh." His golden eyes remained narrowed as he examined the loner. "And what do you think you're doing in ShadowClan territory?" he questioned.

Arrow blinked her green eyes. "What did it look like?" she smirked. "I was hunting."

A sassy she-cat, eh? the warrior thought. A dislike for this trespasser was already blossoming deep inside, but he kept his calm demeanor. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you back to my leader, then," he meowed.

Arrow stood obediently. "Lead the way, oh wise one." Arrow meowed sarcastically.

"I'm not stupid," he said with a grunt, and attempted to shove Arrow forwards. "I know you might run away if my back is turned."

"Ooh. A Smart shadowclan cat! Definitely a rare species..." she sneered with an eye roll.

He was in no mood to argue with this cat. "Just go," he ordered strictly.

"Touchy touchy..." Arrow muttered, followed by a snicker. Arrow started to pad on.

He used his tail to attempt to move her in certain directions; and he was anything but gentle about it.

Arrow bristled in frustration at each tail swat.

The warrior's expression remained even as signs of irritation radiated off of Arrow's scent.

Sheesh, how much farther? she thought bitterly.

He aimed to shove her under the bracken entrance. "Go," he ordered roughly.

Arrow hissed as the thorns caught in her pelt.

The dark tabby tom watched her, face expressionless, before effortlessly slipping under the entrance.