Gryphonflight is stealing kits! {Open|Part Two}

Continuing off quietly, Gryphonflight found the meeting hollow. Multiple cats were curled up there, whispering quietly, including cats who were formerly from all kinds of places, and her son. Three more cats arrived, from three different directions. "WindClan Sector Leader here." That was a silver male, "ThunderClan Sector." A brown tom, who actually opened his eyes, a dull bronze. Then, the last one spoke up, the near youngest of the group, around Twilightstorm's age, a white female with purple eyes. "RiverClan Sector." Finally stepping into the moonlight, the black tabby female glared down at the others. "New ShadowClan Sector Leader. Ravenfeather has passed on, so I take her place. To those of you who don't know me, I'm surprised. Gryphonflight, here." A low murmur spread throughout the hollow, mainly of recognition. One or two cats were confused, but as soon as they asked, a few cats snapped at them each. "The longest running? She's the longest running member, that's the she-kit." Then, everyone snapped quiet, they knew who she was. Sitting by her son, she smirked. "Let the meeting begin."

Aww... bye! See you later, although I will be gone most of tomorrow and overmorrow, but I should be able to get on in the mornings and night.

The cats all seemed to mingle after standing up, chatting. Eventually, the four sector leaders made their way to each other, speaking in hushed whispers. After a while of that, they made their way to a large tree, climbing and all sitting on the lowest branch together. They each called out a sector, watching as the cats from their sector turned and sat, facing them. Eventually, when every attender was facing the four leader, they began to talk. Gryphonflight seemed to start a roll call, "Hazepaw?" The White apprentice nodded, yelling out a strong 'Attending.' She then, in turn, called out that Gryphonflight was there. The ThunderClan tom, Mudclaw, was called by Silverpelt, and visa versa. Once it was confirmed that each leader was there, Gryphonflight broke out into a report of some sort. "The attack was unsuccessful, as you all know, and now that twelve moons have passed, we try again! Hazepaw, have you had a Sector Three Meeting on it?" The white female nodded, breaking out into a small description, speaking about how they discussed the problems and what moves, and the next targets. Each leader then continued to give a small report on whether or not they had discussed, what they had mentioned, and their ideas for the next try. The four- Gryphonflight, Hazepaw, Silverpelt, and Mudclaw- began calling out names from different cats, Gryphonflight being the only one who also called on the largest majority of rogues. Then, muttering for a bit, they called out in unison. "We try in two moons, prepare yourselves." They all jumped down and scattered then. Hazepaw and Twilightstorm bumped noses affectionately before breaking apart, Twilightstorm running after his mother. She walked at a brisk pace, not noticing Goldenkit. "Twilightstorm, I thought I told you Hazepaw was trouble! She's a nice girl, but remember the age difference! Yeah, yeah, I know you two are actually pretty close now, but imagine if she found out! You can't use her like that." Then they quieted down a little, argument now private.

When she arrived, Gryphonflight barely even shot the two kits a glance before curling on the floor tiredly. Her son curled up near the two kidnapped kits, awfully close to Goldenkit. He instantly fell asleep, chest rising and falling evenly. However, his mother had more trouble, tossing in her attempts to sleep. Although a night favouring cat, this was too late, but she couldn't yet fall asleep. Oh the struggles...

Peeking open his eyes, the tom finally started to notice how close he was to her. Yelping, he backed into the stone wall, curling up farther away from her. "Hey, watch it. I already have a love interest." Scoffing as if she had been the one to move closer, he lay his head down, falling asleep yet again.

Twilightstorm opened his eyes again, watching her. "Oooh... I can see it. Hey, um... have you met an apprentice named Hazepaw somewhere? I've been looking for her."

Twilightstorm buried his face in his shoulder fur a few moments, something he must have picked up from his mother. Turning back to Goldenkit, he made sure everyone else was asleep before talking. "RiverClan. She's kind of... a friend."

"Oh, great." A content smile on his maw, Twilightstorm finally actually fell asleep, along with Gryphonflight.

Ack, sorry! I was so busy, it sucks.))
Gryphonflight glanced at him, "Dunekit. Come on, if you really really want to escape, can't you have the decency to wait for her?" She jerked her head toward Goldenkit, "Otherwise, she might just die. That's how it happens you know."