(I'm just going to make up a name for a ShadowClan warrior, it doesn't have to be permanent.)
Dirtpaw squirmed, but the ShadowClan warrior kept up his trot, clumsy with the weight of his burden. A few minutes later another warrior caught up with the first. She noticed the similarities between the two and guessed they were littermates.
"Are you all right, Pricklepelt?" The warrior panted. "That was a big--wait, is that the WindClan apprentice?"
Pricklepelt tried to speak but Dirtpaw's fur muffled his voice.
"We don't want a battle with WindClan, it was only a border skirmish! We aren't even certain she crossed the border!" The warrior said, accusing.
Pricklepelt dropped Dirtpaw and spat fur out of his mouth, keeping a paw on the aprentice's back. "I couldn't just let her get away with snooping around our border, even if she didn't cross it!"
"I didn't!" Dirtpaw squealed angrily, but she was ignored.
"We'll get in big trouble for this! Who knows what (ShadowClan leader) will think!"
"I obviously didn't think this through." Pricklepelt growled, eyes flashing. "Happy now, Cactusclaw?"
(Anybody else want to take a turn here?)