"I'm sorry, but when the fight is over, my clan may not listen to you after the bargain we had made in front of them. They may try to chase you out themselves. Btu while you're here, I'm sure Redwood would be more than happy to take care of the sick cats," Springstar mewed.
"Heathercloud," Grassblade repeated, "why are you being so heartless all of a sudden?"
"Me? Heartless? I'm not heartless," Heathercloud argued, "I'm just saying that those cats have no right to be here, coming inside our territory like that and saying that Longstar threw them out. If they can stay, they can. But as soon as the battle is over and they're not gone, I'm going to chase them out myself!"
"I back you up on that," Threadshock mewed from the entrance. "I don't like them staying here at all."
Grassblade looked at them in shock, then in anger. "If you both want to be fox-hearts, fine by me. But I'm going to do the right thing and actually welcome them into the clan." With that, Grassblade turned and left the den, leaving Threadshock and Heathercloud to look at each other guiltily.
"Hey, are you OK?" Grassblade asked one of the cats. It seemed nervous. "I'm Grassblade. What's your name?"