The Rise of StealthClan(TheSadAntagonist)

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    Whiteriver gave a small nod and turned to Tawnyear. "I'll see you later, Tawnyear," he mewed, rising to his paws and padding toward the camp entrance.
    "Take care, Whiteriver," Tawnyear mewed with a nod before she went to the fresh-kill pile and chose a small mouse for her to eat before settling near the warriors den.


    Fawnpelt purred at Pebbleflight and took a bite of the vole. "Yes," she mewed, straightening up for a moment. "Congratulations on your new name, Pebbleflight. It is such a wonderful name."


    "What did they say?" Ripplestar mewed softly, his ear flicking.(After this :3 the prophecy maybe? ^_^)

    Brightsun padded after them and pushed through the camp's entrance where Swiftwater was waiting on the other side. Seeing the other two he nodded his head and turned, starting forward through the frosty forest. "Icepool has asked that we also remark our borders while we hunt, just in case. So we'll go around this way," he mewed as he pointed to north-east with a flick of his ears.



    "Thank you," mewed Pebbleflight softly with a proud expression on her face. She stood up taller and smiled at the queens. "I think so too." She then looked over to Sunsplash, who seemed to have not taken a bite yet. Pebbleflight couldn't blame her, with what happened to Tigertalon. "Anyway, how are you two doing??" She asked curiously as she sat down before them .



    Hollowblaze hesitated, uncertain of how to explain the message without alarming the leader. "There will be a great warrior," he started in a slow, quiet voice. "Who will have to take back his clan when the trees are stained red. If he doesn't return in time, someone must go after him. If the warrior does not come back to his rightful place, the clan will be no more."


    (Yeah, sounds good~)

    "Sunsplash's kits will arrive in a moon or two," Fawnpelt mewed. "And Hollowblaze said that mine won't be here for a while yet."


    (POOF! :3)


    Greenleaf was upon the forest now, the weather warm. "Snip," called a she-cat's voice and there, standing behind him, was the she-cat with the notched ear. "We are now strong enough to attack StealthClan directly. They will be forced from the forest and we will not hesitate to kill." Behind her, the rogues all stirred, looking a lot more filled out than they had the leafbare before.


    After Hollowblaze had shared the prophecy and warning with him, Ripplestar had made certain that no warrior went out alone, though something told him that probably wouldn't stop the rogues who were eager enough to kill, as they'd taken one of his lives already. "It'll be fine," Icepool mewed to calm the leader down. "The camp is well hidden. No one can find it except us."
    "Perhaps," Ripplestar mewed with a nod toward his deputy. "But that doesn't mean that they won't try to find it. And now that Sunsplash's kits are here..."
    "It will only mean that we will have to fight harder to protect our kits," Icepool mewed.

    (PEWF)




    Snip turned to look at the she-cat, a hungry look flashing in his sharp bright eyes. "You're right," he rumbled, his turning even more to look over the group of rogues from behind. "Its about time. We're strong enough to face them all anyway." A dark smile spread across his face and he leaped down from the fallen tree he was standing on. "Before our attack, it would be best to find an idea of where their camp might be hiding. It would make things easier." Looking over to the she-cat with the notch ear he rumbled quietly, "go find one of their patrols and watch them without being seen. No need to follow them all the way - just watch where they're going."



    "Ripplestar," mewed Swiftwater as he padded up to the leader and deputy. "The fresh kill pile is running low. Would you like a patrol to go out?"

    The she-cat dipped her head and bounded away, down toward where StealthClan's border was set, just past the glade with the High Stump. She crouched low into the bracken just at the border and waited.


    Ripplestar gave a small nod. "Take Whiteriver, Pebbleflight and Gorsefur out with you," he mewed. "And check the borders while you're at it. We don't yet have enough warriors to send out two patrols, so we will have to combine them for now. And feel free to remind the young warriors that the kits get fed first."

    "Yes, Ripplestar," responded the tom firmly with a nod. He then turned away and called out the names of the warriors the leader had suggested by the dens. "Whiteriver, Pebbleflight, Gorsefur!"


    Pebbleflight stuck her head out before she slipped out of the den, giving her legs a good stretch before padding over to the camp's entrance.

    Whiteriver and Gorsefur followed after the she-cat and stood with her, their heads turned toward Swiftwater. "What does Ripplestar want us to do, Swiftwater?" Gorsefur questioned.

    "Hunt," he replied, dipping his head at the other warriors as they came to meet him. "And mark the borders as well, just to be safe."


    "Oh, I see. Where will we be going first??" Asked Pebbleflight as she looked to Swiftwater and Gorsefur, the more experienced warriors.

    "Best to check the borders first," said Gorsefur, making his way out into the forest with Whiteriver following close behind. "Can't be too careful with those rogues."

    "I agree Gorsefur," mewed Swiftwater as he followed after him. "Maybe if we go along the border by the route towards the Sunning-glade, we could cover more ground that way at once??" Suggested Pebbleflight as she bounded after the others.

    "That's a good suggestion, Pebbleflight," mewed Gorsefur with a small nod of his head. "Though we have to check the other two borders that line our territory as well. Checking the border by the Sunning-Glade would be the best to check first. Then we can loop back around toward the Fallen Tree and check that border before we go to the border near the High Stump."

    "And we can hunt along the way as we remark the borders," added in Swiftwater after tasting the warm air and checking for scents. Pebbleflight nodded as she listened and then padded off towards Sunning-Glade with the others with Swiftwater taking the rear.

    Whiteriver enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his back and began to run through the forest to keep up with the patrol. He took a deep breath, his white paws pounding against the ground lightly before he halted just outside the Sunning-Glade. His whiskers were twitching.

    Swiftwater had already remarked the border not too far long back and already padded off. Meanwhile Pebbleflight took her time as she began to stalk a plump looking dark mouse that she had caught sight of just a tail-length away. She crawled low to the ground, her weight adjusted so that her paws made barely no sound. Then before the mouse could make a move she pounced on it with her claws and quickly delivered the killing blow, though it seemed like it died from the impact itself. Pebbleflight picked it up into her jaws and followed after. No rogue scents here.

    Whiteriver carried his own prey after the patrol, a squirrel in his jaws. I wonder if the rogues will stay away, he thought, waving his tail in the air while Gorsefur led the way toward the fallen Tree. There, he paused to remark the scent border.

    Swiftwater went sniffing around near the right of the great Fallen tree, his ears twitching and listening and his mouth slightly open for both prey and rogues, or any sort of suspicious scents.


    After lookint around for a bit Pebbleflight looked up and padded over to the others. "Nothing unusual here, or so far." Swiftwater lifted his head and slowly nodded. "Let's continue for the remaining stretch of the territory and hurry back."

    Whiteriver couldn't help but agree with Swiftwater, giving a small shiver. He didn't like the fact that they were pretty much sitting ducks out here, what with what happened to Tawnyear when they were all still apprentices and all. Gorsefur quickly led the way toward the last stretch of border and halted once he'd reached it. Beyond here belonged to No-Clan and even further than that were the rogues. Gorsefur remarked the scent-border, Whiteriver helping out, though the young warrior kept his jaws open for any rogue-scents. "There's fresh rogue-scent," he mewed softly.
    "Perhaps they were here recently," said Gorsefur, actually glad that they were marking the scent-border again.


    Little did they know that there was a rogue she-cat crouching mere tail-lengths from the border, her eyes watching them.

    Pebbleflight frowned and didn't really like the sound of that. "The rogues shouldn't have been around here though," she muttered, dropping her catch for a moment to taste the air herself. "Don't they have other things to worry about??"


    "Well they didn't get too far in," mewed Swiftwater with a lash of his tail. "And we just remarked the borders. Hopefully they won't come near." His ears twitched and he paused. Then quietly the tom leapt off to stalk the thrush he had heard just up ahead before they all returned to camp.

    As the patrol headed back to camp, Zora followed quietly, making sure to stay behind them and downwind. She wanted to know where they went and where their camp was located, so they could follow through with their plan that day. She watched as Whiteriver caught a wood mouse and Gorsefur a bluetit(gorgeous bird ^_^) as well as a few mice and a vole. Then she continued to follow them before halting. She didn't want to be caught all the way inside their territory, but she at least now knew where it was located and soon, Zora was bounding back toward the border and began to sprint back toward where the other rogues were.


    "Snip!" She called, slowing down to a trot before coming to halt at the new leader's shoulder. "I know where the camp's located. We can attack at sunhigh, when the Clan will probably be at its laziest."(lol Zora. I like that name ^_^)

    (Just searched it up. The bird is rly pretty. :O And samee, its rly nice. c: )




    "Well done Zora," rumbled Snip as he lifted his head and looked off in the direction of the clan's territory. "Now we have the advantage." Then in a louder voice he turned to the other rogues and yelled out, "we go at sunhigh!"



    After the whole patrol had caught enough prey, Swiftwater began to head back to camp. "Remember that the queens and kits should be fed first," he mewed over his shoulder as a reminder that Ripplestar had told him before as they were nearing the camp entrance. Pebbleflight nodded and pushed through first, emerging out into the clearing and heading for the fresh kill pile.