Willowpaw padded out of the apprentice den and sat in the shadow of a willow tree, it was her favorite thing about the camp because it was named after her and it was the only thing that kept her calm even her brother didn't comfort her as well as the tree. She sighed and pulled out a stick. It was no ordinary stick, the stick helped Willowpaw remember who was mean to her. On the stick was all her clanmates names. Every time she encountered a new bully she put a claw mark down their name. Willowpaw scraped her claw down Shadepaws name. "What you doing?" Came Wingpaws voice. Quickly she shoved her stick back underneath the tree and turned around and hissed as she saw Shadepaw beside her brother. Even worse their tails were twined. Fury pounded through her muscles. "Willowpa-" Wingpaw started. "No!" She interrupted him. "Just no!" Soon the deputy was coming over. But Willowpaw didn't want to talk, she pelted inside the thorn barrier. Once outside she crashed through the bracken towards Hawkclan and Nightclans border. She quickly ran past the border and soon slowed to a halt in front of the camp. She held her tail and chin high and padded inside. The camp was silent but she could see yellow, orange, amber, blue and green eyes watching her from the shadows. Slowly her tail drooped and she flattened her ears. Suddenly the barrier rustled. She whipped around and saw five warriors coming in. What? Willowpaw thought. How could there be so much? There were so few cats that came to the Gatherings. "She smells like Hawkclan!" A cat shouted from the shadows. The cats that had just emerged from the barrier snarled and sneered. One, a massive sleek black tom with green eyes strolled forward. He must be the leader. Willowpaw thought. The tom came up to her, their muzzles so close she could feel his breath. "We don't take too kindly to visitors." He warned. Then raised his head. "Stoneclaw! Clawtooth!" He called. The two warriors came up, one of them was the one that had called out before. "Take her to the dungeon." He ordered. The two warriors lead her away. They went through some vines then they stopped. "Go on, Jump!" One of them hissed then pushed her down the deep hole. There was no possible escape. "There's rats in there, hunt those." One of them spat. Before they both turned around and went away. "This is all your fault, Wingpaw." She spat as if her brother was in front of her. She laid down and went to sleep.