The jet black tom cat skulked through the territory, it wasn't his, and boy was he glad! He flicked mud off of his paws, revealing his unusually long claws that were made stronger by dog teeth. He glanced behind him, yes they were still there, he came to a stop and turned around to face all the other cats, most covered in the marshy mud from the territory. "Listen up everyone!" he hissed in his deep, rough voice. "We are here for one reason only. Get the kits and leave! If the kittypets attack, attack back twice as hard. Show them we mean business. Soon we will have the biggest clan for miles! Get these kits, and everyone will benefit, however if you fail..." he stopped as he let out a low, dark chuckle. He was sure that all these cats knew what he meant.
A dark tabby she cat stepped forward bravely, "My my, it sounds like you don't trust us to carry this out Bloodclaw. she mewed sarcastically, although her voice still had a dark tone to it, "None of us will fail you." she hissed confidently, her body low on the ground but her head high. Her whole underbelly was caked in mud and she hissed at the uncomfortable feeling it brought.
"Everyone ready? You better be.." he hissed, glaring at each cat, daring any one of them to speak.
(Jump in as Shadowclan, warriors, kits or as one of the 'kitnappers')