If only we had more warriors that could stay u-- Oh! his eyes glinted with mischeif, remembering Wingclan's truce with Swiftclan. On his way to where he'd spotted Cherrypaw speaking to Deathstorm, he called for the little silver cockerel he'd spotted. In his passing, he stopped mid-gait and asked over his shoulder, "Ironpaw? Could you do me a favor?" The cockerel nodded, attentively meeting Wildheart's eyes. This would be his first real assignment, instead of collecting berries for chicks; it made him feel very important. "I need you to go see if you might be able to get some warriors from Swiftclan, because Graystar did say, after all, that he owed us. Walk up to the border, and don't be shy; just ask to speak with Graystar and make sure you tell them you're from Wingclan. When they lead you there, politely ask him if he'd be willing to spare... hmmm, maybe two or three warriors?" Wildheart explained. "Can you do it?" he continued, almost in a challenging tone with a boyish half-grin as he bent down to Ironpaw's level. "Yeah!" exclaimed Ironpaw, promptly running off to do the favor for the rooster. "Good luck," laughed Wildheart, but Ironpaw had already vanished into the woods.
Wildheart saw just who he was looking for in the distance; Deathstorm. He picked up his pace.