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[Crowzerplorodon]

Border patrol.

No biggy, right?

He'd just... walk around the border, make sure there wasn't anything funky going on, then get back to camp for a nap.

... Or something.

This would be so much easier if Bluefur wasn't...

... y'know...

there.

Otterfur sighed, continuing to traipse along the border with FogClan as he tried not to focus on the equally large tom behind him. Usually physical appearances never worried Otterfur. He was a large tom, he could hold his own. But Bluefur was... larger. And intimating, which Otterfur could only be if something was going wrong. Bluefur was just intimidating all the time.

The warrior sighed, glancing over at the border. FogClan had been quiet lately... Ever since that gathering where Mistpelt made her announcement. He hadn't been present for it, but he had heard it was quite shocking. As it should be. It wasn't often that a leader was thrown out of position. Especially for something like StarClan. Further proof of how dumb FogClanners were, he assumed. If they let something like StarClan drive out their leader. Owlstar, in his opinion, seemed stronger than Mistpelt - sorry, Miststar.

He'd never get used to that.

Otterfur paused, allowing Bluefur a moment to catch up because whoops! He had gone a little too fast. That's what happened when he was thinking, the warrior decided. His muscles starting working just as fast as his brain and next thing he knew, he was away from his patrol and almost across the FogClan border. In fact, one more step and he would have been well into the border. That would have been bad. With FogClan's new leader (who seemed even more pious than Owlstar), a PineClan cat probably wouldn't have stood a chance. Otterfur wouldn't doubt that they'd kill them for blasphemy or something... Or maybe he was over thinking this and Miststar was really a lovely, kind leader who had driven out Owlstar for the good of her clan...

A shudder ran down the tom's spine.

Somehow, he really doubted that.