“Hunt down the traitor, and bring them back to me alive.” Snarled Hallowbound, fixing Mouseclaw with his sharp gaze. “Yes, Hallowbound.” Stuttered Mouseclaw, as she sprinted out the chamber. In the tunnel, there was intricate claw marks, woven by time itself, and her footfalls echoed around the tunnel. She sighed, why did Hallowbound have to be so bossy? She blinked as sunlight filtered through the entrance, and bounded out, and shook herself. _Well, I have to get the job done…_

She thought, as she passed Heatherpaw, who nodded politely as she passed. _Let’s just get it over already. Just capture Treepelt._