As Swiftclaw and Fierceheart ran along the border, Snakefang and his entourage waited in the bushes not far ahead, waiting to pounce. "Do you smell that?" asked Swiftclaw. "Yes," said Fierceheart "It smells like Slateclan." all of a sudden, a large, intimidating cat leaped out of the bushes ahead of them. "You would be right," said the cat in a deep, rough voice. "Snakefang!" hissed Fierceheart. "What are you doing in our territory?" snarled Swiftclaw. "You mean our  territory?" said a smug Snakefang. "It's two against one, Snakefang. You don't stand a chance." growled Fierceheart. "Oh is it?" Chuckled Snakefang, as six rogue warriors jumped out behind him. "Those don't smell like Slateclan." said Swiftclaw suspiciously, sniffing deeply. Suddenly a dark brown tom jumped straight for her neck, and she let out a blood curdling yowl.

Elsewhere, hearing a yowl. Fernfang raced through the tree-tops in the direction of her friend's cry. .÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ (Authors note: My cat stood on the keyboard ^‿^)

Fierceheart dashed towards Snakefang and hurled herself into his side and yowled in fury. She raked her claws across his underbelly then threw him off of herself. Nearby, Swiftclaw was deep in battle with a fierce bracken colored she-cat. "Go back to the rat pit you came from!" snarled Swiftclaw. Snakefang was breathing heavily then turned and launched himself at Fierceheart, then pummeled into her side at top speed. "Argh! Get out of our territory you mangy old flea ridden traitor!" Fierceheart roared at Snakefang then slashed her claws across his chest. "That's right, you dirty slime bag! Run like the scared kit you are!" Yowled Swiftclaw, as she sent a rogue screaming into the underbrush. 

Fernfang was in the tree above the cowardly fleabag, Snakefang. She leaped down from the tree with a sound like all of Starclan's battlecry; "GRAAAAGGGGHHHHHYYYYYYYYOOOOOOGHHAAAA!!!!!" Launching herself onto the shoulders of the slimy dirt clump Snakefang, sinking her fangs into his tail, and raking her back claws along his back. Snakefang screeched and hissed in pain, when suddenly, Fernfang's teeth went through his tail, biting it off! Dripping blood, and writhing in pain, Snakefang stumbled off into the bracken. The rogue warriors, apparently under Snakefang's command, stopped fighting and shrank back, fur bristling. Fernfang charged toward them, yowling "Get out of here, traitors, and leave us in peace!" The rogues bolted in all directions, with the knowledge of Fernfang's skill.

"Are you ok?" asked Fernfang, leaping over to her friends. "Yeah, I think so," gasped Swiftclaw. "You're bleeding!" said a concerned Fierceheart "It's just my leg," said Swiftclaw. "I'll be okay." The clearing was covered in hair and blood, and looked rather worse for wear. "We need to get you to Moonpelt," said Fernfang. Helping Swiftclaw to her feet, Fernfang and Fierceheart supported their friend as they slowly made their way back to camp. Little did they know, one of the rogues, Blackscar, was watching them through the trees, tracking them back to the Rockclan camp.