Ghost clan

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    Daggerheart walked into the clearing, feathertrail at his heels.

    "ahhhhh...so you came" purred Blacksoul. "I knew you would. And I'm glad you didn't skulk away like those other miserable cowards."


    As more cats emerged from the darkness, The sleek gray cat spoke again. "perhaps we should lay low a while though. Our thievery has nearly gotten us killed by Darkclan."


    A deep hearty chuckle came from orange-red colored cat. his muscles rippled under his sleek cat as he stepped forward. "I'm a rogue. none of those tiny squirrels who call them selves cats can beat me" Crimson meowed.

    Daggerheart nodded. ''I agree,'' He mewed. ''lay low for a bit. When we strike again, they won't be prepared. I overheard them talking about more battle training to get rid of us, once and for all,'' mewed the pure black tom, looking around.


    Feathertrail nodded, but silently agreed with Crimson. She wasn't going to let those stupid flea-bags push them around. Not amymore.

    Crimson smiled at these statements. As Deputy, he was already starting to reorganize the rogues and warriors into training and battle groups. "Blacksoul, if i may intervene, i believe that we should take revenge on those maggots and teach them a lesson" Crimson meowed, smiling sinisterly. "Perhaps we should start with a sneak attack, taking out the sentries then make our way to the center of the camp. The leader and medicine cats should go next."

    Daggerheart nodded. ''We can start herding mroe cats into our clan for now,'' He spoke up. ''then, those mangy kittypets won't stand a chance,'' He suggested, grinning.


    Featherheart looked from the assortment of cats smiling. ''Sound good? i know some rouges I could convince,'' She mewed.

    "well then...my followers, we battle tomorrow a little before first light." Blacksoul meowed, raising his paw and unsheathing his claws. The sounds cheering cats filled the clearing as Blacksoul padded away to the small cave serving as a den.

    Feathertrail and Daggerheart murmured goodbye's, walking to the old tree, that served as their den. ''What do you think of this?" Daggerheart mewed, tilting his head.


    Feathertrail shrugged. ''I'm not certain it will work, but I'll fight'' She mewed, laying down.

    At that moment, Maplepelt padded up to them. "Grab your freshkill quick, otherwise there will be nothing left. Those rogues eat like those monster two-legs." Maplepelt smiled and trotted away.

    Featherhear laughed, standing up. ''I'll grab something,'' She mewed, trotting out. She picked up a vole and a mouse for herself and her brother.

    As night passed, the sky became streaked with color. Crimson's yowl awoke the camp and the clearing filled with bustling warriors preparing for their attack.

    Blacksoul had already cleaned himself and left his den, awaiting the cries of his warriors yowls, signaling their war cry.

    Hearing the battle cries, blacksoul and crimson lead the way to darkclan's borders.


    As they crept up on the drowsy sentries, crimson signaled to Raven and Daggerheart. Together, they silently sneaked behind the two warriors and in one swipe, slit their throats. As Crimson led the group on past the border, Blacksoul watched the red liquid called blood seep into the dirt.

    Stormwhisker followed behind her dark gray pelt was shininig in the moon light her amber eyes hungry for blood

    Daggerheart slunk in the shadows, his blue eyes glinting. He flicked his tail, motioning for a attack on the patrol close by.

    As the attackers advanced, Dark clan noticed a chilling breeze sweep through the camp. Blacksoul beckoned to three of his most loyal warriors and creeped into the nursery.


    Crimson took one glance at the sleeping kits and prodded them with a large claw. Obviously, the kits were born no more than one moon ago. "Got 'em," the sudden noise broke through his thoughts, startling him. It was Stormwhisker's voice. "The queens. We secured the nursery and forced the queens outside." Crimson grinned. The camp was theirs.

    Feathertrail slipped into the nursery, picking up the kits. ''Where should I bring em?" She asked, flicking her tail back and forth.