Extend the Story - Add a Room

You pad to the border, and begin to mark the territory. It's silent for a moment, then Applepaw lets out a hiss. You jerk your head to him, and see he is dragging a rabbit from a bush. It's starved so bad, it's white fur reminds you of Streamstar's coat. It looks pretty sick, too. You stop, wondering why he would catch a rabbit that's sick and starving. You're a bit puzzled, because your territory has plenty of good prey. Why waste his time on something skinnier than a stick? You pad over, then it hits you; the WaveClan scent. "Those flea-ridden mange-pelts hunted on our land!" Applepaw snarls. You sigh softly. Why did WaveClan have to do this? "Oh, no.." Jumpfoot mumbles as he trods over. Snowclaw shoves his way forward, his fur bristling. "Filthy fox-hearts," He snarls. Jumpfoot shuffles, his huge ears twitching. "We should report this to Oakstar," He begins, but Applepaw cuts him off. "No. I have an idea," He hisses, his voice dropping to a whisper. Snowclaw leans forward in interest, Blackcherry tilts her head, and Jumpfoot anxiously sighs. "Okay, so...we know Oakstar would just let them off with a warning," He begins, "And those WaveClan scum would keep hunting on our territory. What if we go across the border, and tell off Streamstar ourself?" "That's an amazing idea!" Snowclaw exclaims. He nods rapidly. "Yes, let's do that." "Now, hang on," Blackcherry hisses quietly. "I'm the leader of this patrol, and I say no. This is a bad idea, we could get in serious trouble." Jumpfoot nods in agreement. "Yeah, and I'm sure Streamstar would go mad!" He chirps. "But we'll be able to tell them to stay off our land," Applepaw argues. "Listen, let's vote. Two for no, two for yes. Which leaves..." Snowclaw glances at you. Eight eyes stare at you, awating your response. You swallow, then speak.

"Let'a head back to camp, and tell Oakstar." You announce. It's right to do.