Dying Lake

"WaveClan's," Snowclaw growls. Applepaw glares at the far horizon, where your land meets theirs. "We'd better make sure they're not crossing our border," Snowclaw continues, eyes narrowed. "They're desperate." Applepaw hisses out a reply. "Yeah, I bet we'll have to chase their flea-bitten tails back onto their own land." Blackcherry frowns, tilting her head slightly, but she says nothing. Jumpfoot shuffles a bit. "WaveClan's suffering, if we just gave them some land, they'd be fine, I bet." Snowclaw glares at his Clanmate, venom dripping from his mew. "That's their problem. The warrior code never said we have to help a Clan," He snaps.