Thistleclaw had always been bloodthirsty and violent. Snowfur was the one who kept him together, as did his son, Whitekit. Losing Snowfur was a huge blow to his mental state. The tom sunk his claws into the dirt, glaring at the cat across from him.

“Relax a little, would you? I already told you I didn’t mean to cross into ThunderClan territory,” they tried again, ears pinned back as they tried to get the tom to calm down.

The gray-and-white tabby tom hissed, his tail lashing. “Just because it was an accident doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be sorry.”

“Calm down! I’m seriously not here to cause issues!”

“Does it look like I care?!” They flinched at his tone, barely managing to dodge as he leapt at them. They moved to run back into RiverClan territory, only for Thistleclaw to jump at them again. “Get back here, you coward.”

Crying out as claws sunk into their pelt, they thrashed, clawing at the tom’s muzzle. “Get off of me, you mangy cat!”

“Mangy?!” They quickly realized their mistake as they found themself pinned to the ground beneath him on their back. Why was this cat so aggressive?! Wasn’t he ThunderClan?! ThunderClan was the nice Clan! “You’re going to regret calling me mangy.”

They gulped, staring up at his amber eyes with a hint of fear. They hadn’t meant to cross the border. They really didn’t mean to. Something in the tom’s expression softened for a second.

“Why should I let you go?” he questioned.