"Oh. My. GOD." Oak whispered to his half-asleep brother. "What now?" Copper groggily whined. He pointed to a gray blur in the distance, "Look!" Copper squinted, "Hmmm, probably just a ShadowClan'er..." he mused, his eyes closing again. "But, she's coming toward our territory. Should we tell the others?" Oak asked, but his brother had already dozed off. "Some help you are." Oak mumbled as he descended down the branches to investigate.
The hen looked up with her two faded eyes, "Get off of me! You're snagging my scarf." she wriggled and pushed, loosening the hen's grip enough to bowl her off. She stood up and straightened her scarf, "What a way to greet your guests." she grumbled.
"I've not crossed your border." she defended, and pointed a wing feather to the border of ShadowClan. She was right; she was standing quite close to it but she'd not crossed it. "I was heading for WingClan."