Bright green eyes orbs appeared from the river, blinking a couple of times as they observed the two. They were standing by the tributary, and even through the water Shadowheart could smell their WindClan scent, and also the foul stuff they were using to cover it.

The she-cat stayed in the water, swimming slowly and silently downstream toward the two. When she was right along side them they still didn't notice, so she just stared at them, waiting for them to notice her and more than likely freak out.

Shadowheart was quite small, expecially with her fur wet and clinging to her sides... If there was anything in her green orbs besides sadness and remorse, it was strength and determination.

Shadowheart took pursuit of the apprentice, and although all logic said that WindClan cats were faster, the warrior's claws tore at Ravenpaw's flying paws. She infact wasn't strong - the apprentices could probably beat her if they'd been trained well, and she knew that too well - but Shadowheart was fast, and smart, even in the haze of her anger.;

However she could never get much closer to Ravenpaw than to claw at her tail or heels, so as they neared the WindClan border, the she-cat stopped, staying away from it as the apprentices fled.

She felt a rush of pride - they were scared of her! But then she felt bad. They hadn't done anything to her. But she'd just chased them out for her clan. But how much had her clan done for her? Shadowheart felt confused, but the small warrior watched them go, trying to look strong.