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## Chapter 1

Suntooth burst into the clearing, holding four kits. One was dead, one was brutally injured, but the other two were fine. Dropping the kits down, he gently nudged them to the medicine cat's den, just as the leader, Dockstar walked out of his den, looking straight at the ginger tabby with cold green eyes.

"What have you got there, Suntooth?" Dockstar asked, going down the dirt-covered ramp that led to the leader's camp and continued to walk until he was face-to-face to the golden tabby, who was looking anxious than ever.

Suntooth gulped, sputtering the bad news to the clan leader. "I was walking in the forest alone, but-"

"Alone?" the leader echoed. "Why were you alone? Didn't you know that there are Clan duties to complete? We can't just walk in the forest alone and assume that someone will complete the task, surely?"

Suntooth's fur bristled at the leader's harsh and unwelcoming voice and raised his haunches. "I was hunting! he cried indignantly. He longed to say more and hurtle insults at the leader, but he knew that by doing that, he would lead to more trouble.

"Hunting, hm?" the leader asked. "Why don't you just admit what you were doing in the forest?"

A blur of gray streaked beside him and realized that his sister Silverstorm had approached the leader. "He was hunting! I saw him in the forest catching a mouse!"

Suntooth tried to catch his sister's eye so he could blink gratefully at her, but his sister kept her eye on the leader.

"And what were you doing in the forest?" Dockstar asked. "Were you walking in the forest alone?"

"No, she was with me," Mossflight told her mate, who blinked at her unconvinced. "We were hunting with Swooptongue, but he disappeared."

Suntooth felt a pang of irritation. *Can't I just finish saying what I had started?*

Lucky for him, Silverstorm stepped forward, her eyes flashed with irritation. "Can't we just finish listening to what Suntooth has to say?"

Dockstar dipped his head reluctantly, his gaze fell on Suntooth as the golden tabby opened his mouth to speak.

"Then, I saw Swooptongue with the kits and said that a rogue had taken the kits to the meadows. He said something else, but I didn't hear what he said, because I immediately picked up the kits and went home."

"Fabulous story, Suntooth," Dockstar sneered after the young tom had finished speaking. "I bet our future kits will want to hear your story."

Suntooth felt a rush of anger overflow him. *Didn't this stubborn leader trust him? How many times will I have to prove myself loyal?*

"What's going on?" asked Swooptongue, for the gray tom with black rings on his tail and walked from the bramble tunnel that led to the clearing of the camp. He had just arrived at camp, his pelt had a scratch and his leg had a trickle of blood on it. He limped to the warrior's den, instead of the medicine cat's den and when he got to the warrior's den, he slumped into his nest. However, the other cats that were in the clearing didn't notice. They were continuing to stare at him, like he did something wrong. *Mouse-brains!* Suntooth thought. *Didn't you see that he was faking an injury?*

"I'm tired of your stories, Suntooth," Dockstar mewed to him. "If you want to, you can always retire and go tell stories to **kits**. He flicked his light brown tail dismissively, saying that the conversation was over. He gazed triumphantly over his shoulder before he disappeared back in the leader's den.

Suntooth felt frustration run over him, like a wave. The leader's distrust on him seemed to grow ever since the **Battle of the Two Lakes**, when he had released Burrowfoot from his grip. He had noticed then, Burrowfoot had sat beside him during every Gathering and every time the two Clans merged, when troubles grew in the forest. Chainfall, the deputy on the other hand, had warned him not to do it again, and seemed to forgive him for what he had done, unlike the leader, who everyday hurtled insults and faults at him, although Suntooth didn't really care.
"Wait, but what about my sister?" Mossflight asked, as she padded towards Suntooth, her eyes full of worry.

Suntooth felt a prickle of sadness overwhelm him. "She's dead."

Mossflight gasped, her eyes shone with sadness. A second later, her sadness was replaced by anger. "If I found out who killed my sister," she muttered, as she walked away from Suntooth.

## Chapter 2

"I sense something," Suntooth's apprentice, Sleetpaw hissed. She was one of the kits that had been taken out of camp. She, Wingpaw, and Pumpkinpaw were the survivors of Neonstorm's kits. Sadly, Roughkit had died from wounds, and one of Pumpkinpaw's hind foot was critically injured. It had been a moon since that happened though. Pumpkinpaw's foot was never going to heal.

"What do you see?" Suntooth whispered to her, padding towards his apprentice as she bristled her white fur.

"Yeah, what do you see?" Wingpaw asked, his eyes sparkled with excitement, giving a small pounce.

"Easy, Wingpaw," Suntooth hissed at the too-excited apprentice.

Sleetpaw waved her tail to her right, indicating that there was something on the northwest. Suntooth glanced at his right, and as he did that, movement caught his eye as a juniper bush, about a fox-length ahead rustled.

"That might have been the wind," Wingpaw sounded bored already, but stopped when the rustling grew more and more violent.

A black she-cat burst out of the bush, leaping, towards the three cats, but landed in front of them.

"Hello. What are you three up to?" the she-cat asked, a hint of bitterness in her tone, but she kept her gaze friendly.

"Spiderblossom, what are you doing here in our territory?" Suntooth demanded, stepping forward to challenge the she-cat.

"I'm sorry," Spiderblossom muttered. Then, rose her voice. "I have two kits with me, so you wouldn't drive me off, would you?" challenge sparked her eyes as she said those words.

"Of course we will!" Sleetpaw retorted, her ears were flattened and her fur was bristling. "We'll drive anyone who trespasses into our territory."

"Of course you will," Spiderblossom sighed. "ChainClan cats are always over-protective of their **borders**!"

"What makes you have the right to trespass our borders? You should be in LionClan," Suntooth exclaimed.

"Enough about that," Spiderblossom snapped. "I'll stay until my kits are old enough to walk!"

Suntooth tasted the air for a milky scent, but found none. "You're lying!"

"Am not!"

"I can't smell your milk!"

"That's because it already dried up!"

"Great StarClan, that means that you can leave!"

"But," Spiderblossom's eyes glittered with sadness and stared at Suntooth. Suntooth ignored her gaze, not wanting to feel guilty for driving her out of their territory.

"Give me another moon," she begged.

Sleetpaw glanced at her, sympathy in her eyes. "Maybe we should. How long do you think your kits will take to reach their sixth moon?"

"I think it'll take five sunrises," Spiderblossom mewed. "Once they reached their sixth moon, I'll leave."
"You better," Wingpaw hissed as the black she-cat walked back into the bush and disappeared.

## Chapter 3

"Help, you've got to help me!" a black she-cat entered the camp, sprinting to the clearing, holding two kits by the scruff. One of the kits had an orange pelt and the other one was tortoise-shell. They both whimpered quietly as Spiderblossom gently placed them on the ground.

"Something hurt my kits!" Spiderblossom mewed. "Who's the medicine cat?"

"I am," Ringtail walked out of the medicine cat's den, along with Snowflight. The elder white she-cat grabbed one of the kits, while Ringtail grabbed the other and walked to the den to check their wounds.

Suntooth looked at the black she-cat. They had only met yesterday. What was going on now?

Spiderblossom was trembling at the very entrance of the clearing, her blue eyes distraught with fear. Suntooth glanced closer at Spiderblossom's two kits. They were bleeding horribly and one of the kits stopped moving.

"He's dead," Ringtail announced, as Spiderblossom's eyes widened with horror. "Who would do this to a kit?" she demanded, snarling, and thumping the ground as she padded back to the clearing. “Someone who wants to destory you and your clan,” Suntooth followed her to the clearing where they two sat in silence for a moment before Spiderblossom broke it.

“Oh no,” she gasped. “They’re chasing me,” she cried dramatically. Glancing at Suntooth for help.

“The ant?” Suntooth snorted, receiving a shove from the black she-cat.

“No. The rogues!” Spiderblossom hissed at him, as if the answer was obvious. “They’re making their base in the Twolegplace and they’re the toughest too!”

“How tough?” asked Suntooth, not sounding worried at all.

“Very,” protested Spiderblossom. “They attacked our camp and almost defeated us! Their leader, Krystal and Swoop are horribly rancid!”

Suntooth blinked. Were the rogues in LionClan camp right now?

"After Mossykit died, something sparked in me that we should fight the rogues." Her eyes flashed with fear. "It also could be dangerous too!"

"You still have your other kit," Suntooth told her. "The flame-pelted one," he hinted, before he continued.

"His name's Flarekit!" Spiderblossom told him. "He's nearly an apprentice though."

Suddenly, Tinycloud, Pipeclaw, Silverstorm, and Thornpaw all rushed into camp, their faces looking daunted and their pelts pricked with fear.

"A group of cats are coming!" Silverstorm gasped, her eyes widened with surprise as she saw Spiderblossom sitting with her brother. Marshdawn also stared at the black she-cat, narrowing her eyes at her.
"Come on!" Tinycloud hissed, reminding the gray she-cat to continue. Silverstorm blinked apologetically at her, and began again. Dockstar was finally out of his den.

"A gigantic group of cats are approaching!" Pipeclaw hissed, looking unconfident. "They emerged out of nowhere and started attacking us! We were outnumbered and-"

Before he could continue, a huge ripping sound was heard, and the golden brown tabby's eyes were now blank, falling to the ground, revealing that the rogues had arrived.

"I see," a tall silver-gray tom cat spat at the Clan cats. "Another clan to conquer. Let's see if you can survive this, or fall in the same fate as LionClan did," the other cats behind him snickered. "Whale, that's enough!" another cat, a dark gray tabby shouldered his way to the front, keeping his menacing look at the cats.

"I think that you rogues should stop discluding us from your clan," the dark gray tabby snarled. "You've punished us for too long, forcing us to become rogues and keeping us in the forest!"

"What do you mean?" Dockstar asked. "We've been accepting numerous of cats into our clan."

"Bird had asked to join one of your clans, but the leader refused and wounded her!"

"I'm sure she's fine," Dockstar told him. "We're not- "

"No she's not fine!" the dark tabby exclaimed, taking an ominous step towards the leader, though, the leader had the high ground. "If you think that she's fine, why don't you have a little of this," he paused for a moment, he enlarged his sly smile as he yowled, "ATTACK!"

## Chapter 4

Lizardstripe sat back on the ground, watching his apprentice stalk the mouse that was nibbling on some seeds. The unvigilant mouse was soon pounced on by a reddish brown monster, who held the mouse to the ground and nipped it on the neck, his eyes filled with pride as the fresh scent of mouse filled his nose.

"Nicely done," Lizardstripe praised, his apprentice had even more pride in his eyes. He dipped his head in thanks as he carried the mouse.

"Alright let's go back to camp," Lizardstripe told the younger cat, but he stopped in his tracks when a rancid smell filled his nose. He looked at the apprentice, if he had smelled anything, but the apprentice kept on going.

"Pinepaw," he hissed quietly, as the apprentice put down the mouse and looked at his mentor confused. "Can't you smell that?"

Pinepaw sniffed the air, and then nodded. "I don't know how I didn't smell that earlier," he blinked. "The smell of mouse must have gotten in my brain."

Then, a streak of brown and gray formed in front of him, but it only lasted for a fleeting moment, that it was hard to see what it actually was. After a second, the streak of brown and gray streaked in front of him again, but this time, he felt a stab of pain on his throat.

"Pinepaw, let's quickly go back to camp. We have to tell Dockstar about this." Pinepaw dipped his head to grab the mouse and fell over on the grass. "Hey, where's my mouse?"

"Don't be mouse-brained, it's in front of you." Lizardstripe stifled a sigh, but he knew that his apprentice was right. The two cats that had attacked him had stole the mouse.

Suddenly, two cats appeared in front of them, staring at them with malice. One of them had a dark brown pelt and the other had a gray pelt and both had amber eyes. "I'm Dust," the brown one hissed. "I'm Cloud," the other spat. "We're going to take you two back to our camp!"

Lizardstripe leaned over to his apprentice. "I'll go distract them, you go run back to the camp." Pinepaw nodded silently, keeping his eyes on the two attackers.

"Three, two, one," Lizardstripe muttered, loud enough for his apprentice to hear, but inaudible for the rogues.

Lizardstripe took off quickly and dashed into the bushes, while Pinepaw scurried to the opposite direction as fast as he could. He raced to the edge of the forest and skidded to a stop. Then, he pricked his ears as he heard a yowl, telling him that his apprentice got captured. He raced back to the direction he had came from and desperately glanced at his milieu, searching for his apprentice, but he was nowhere to be found. He kept on looking in the forest, but couldn't find the apprentice anywhere. Deciding to give up, he raced back to camp, but was in shock when he saw cats fighting in the camp.

"Hey," one of the cats exclaimed. "You're not going anywhere," the cat sneered. Lizardstripe knew what he had to do. He raced to the opposite direction of the camp as yowls and footsteps were heard behind him as the rogues pursued him.

## Chapter 5

"Lizardstripe! What are you doing here? You crossed our border!" hissed Hollypelt, her fur prickled with annoyance. "You do know that you crossed the border, right?"

Lizardstripe nodded. He had bumped into a WaveClan patrol! He looked around him, four pairs of angry eyes were staring back at him.

"Who said that you can enter our territory?!" a cream brown she-cat hissed. Her eyes widened with anger. The only cat that wasn't bristling was Burrowfoot, who stared at his dark brown paws.

Lizardstripe recognized the cream brown cat that had just hissed at him. It was Quailsplash. He knew that she had to protect the borders, but there was kindness in her light green eyes.

"Rogues are attacking us. Somehow, they're stronger than us! Don't you know that LionClan had been exiled out of their camp? There should have 5 clans, and now one is going to be gone, and another is already gone. We can't survive if we have only three Clans!"

A light brown tom stepped forward. "We can survive without you, and besides," he added looking smugly. "When you're gone, that means more territory for us!"

Lizardstripe stared in shock at the tom. *How could he think such a thing?* They have to help! "Don't you four, even care?" he demanded, his gaze fell on the four cats. "You shouldn't be happy about us leaving the Clan, you should be happy to help." Half of the warriors snorted with disbelief, while the other half exchanged looks with each other. Hollypelt stepped forward, her pelt still bristling. "Why should we help you? You've done nothing to us!"

"So, you don't care if the rogues are attacking our camp right now, don't you?" Lizardstripe asked, his voice was full of plead and annoyance.

"Fine," Hollypelt snapped. "I'll go ask Tidalstar for help."

"She doesn't get to speak on behalf of me," protested the light brown tom, his face shocked at the unfairness. The other three cats just snorted. "We're going anyways, whether you like it or not." Hollypelt snapped at him, as the light brown tom just snorted with frustration, as he reluctantly followed his mate and dashed away from the group. Hollypelt flicked her tail as she trotted along with Rowanfrost as they headed back to the camp. “You two go help the ChainClan cats,” she mewed to her Clanmates, as they stared with confusion.

“So, you said that there were rogues? Are they really that hard to beat?” Quailsplash asked, as they approached the ChainClan border.

“And menacing too. They stole my apprentice, and I fear that he’s already dead,” Lizardstripe told her, shivering at the thought. “You have no idea what you’re going through.” Burrowfoot stared at him. “Of course, we do,” he mewed confidently. “We will defeat the rogues.” However, Lizardstripe stared at the warrior, doubtfully, wondering when his confidence would subside.

“Look,” Quailsplash pointed out with her tail, as the Lizardstripe and Burrowfoot looked in the distance with wonder, wondering what had caught the she-cat’s eye. Lizardstripe squinted, his eyes half-blinded by the glowing ray of sunlight. He then saw clearly, his apprentice was pinned by a dark gray rogue, his teeth revealed, trying to free himself. The rogue showed his teeth too, preparing for the killing bite as his neck stretched trying to attempt the unhonorable bite. A few moments passed and the rogue had finally sunk his teeth into the apprentice’s neck, his eyes gleamed triumphantly. The apprentice gasped, trying to yowling for help, but his mew was muffled by the rogue. Lizardstripe darted towards the apprentice, trying to get the rogue off his apprentice. He lunged at the rogue, pulling him off the apprentice, but the rogue held his grip. Pinepaw’s paws flailed desperately, but his movements were getting slower and slower as he continued to lose air.

“Hold still,” Burrowfoot’s mew fell behind him, as he sliced the rogue’s throat with his claws. The rogue yowled but wouldn’t let go of the apprentice. The apprentice was trying to push the rogue off him by using his paws. Just then, a flash a fleeting streak of ginger appeared in front of him, and tackled the rogue so hard, the rogue finally lost his grip on the apprentice. The ginger cat fought the rogue fiercely, as the rogue aimed for his throat, the ginger cat turned his head just in time, parrying the blow. Quailsplash and Burrowfoot joined the fight. The ginger cat sprung on the rogue, pinning down the rogue with a loud thud on the ground. “Give up, you’re outnumbered and don’t threaten us again! You’ll never win!” The rogue snarled, “You don’t scare me, you Clan cat! My rogues will attack your Clans until we defeat you all.”

“How dare you!” the ginger cat howled. “I’ll kill you on the spot!” The rogue snorted. “You can kill me, but that won’t change a thing about the rogues taking dominion over your Clans!” the rogue hissed. Quailsplash suddenly stepped forward. “Shocktail, let the rogue go! He may be our antigonist, but it’s not right for you to kill him on the spot. A true warrior doesn’t kill cats to win!” The rogue showed no signs of sadness. “I don’t care! You have a choice to make,” the rogue stared at the ginger cat that is pinning him on the ground. “Kill me or release me!” Now it was Burrowfoot’s turn to step forward. “Shocktail, let him go! Like Quailsplash said, a true warrior doesn’t kill cats to win!”

“Don’t interrupt him!” the rogue snapped at him. "He makes the decision," his voice turned icy. "Not you." Shocktail smirked, and mumbled softly. "You have some nerve there." The rogue didn't say anything. He just kept on looking at the WaveClan apprentice. Then, Shocktail stopped pinning the rogue. "You're coming with us!" The rogue snorted, but didn't say anything and Quailsplash looked horrified. "No! He'll slaughter us!" Shocktail stared at the frightened she-cat. "No he's not!" He turned towards to the rogue, who had already gotten up from the grass. "What's your name?" The rogue stared at the deputy. "Why should I tell you?"

Shocktail bristled, lashing his paw and clawed the rogue on the muzzle. "Tell me!" he rose his voice. Still, the rogue didn't flinch and said nothing. A soft clinging caught Lizardstripe's ear as he saw the rogue unsheathe his claws. He yowled in warning, but the rogue had already lashed at the deputy twice, continuing to walk up to him, menacingly. With that, he fleed, leaving the Clan cats behind. Shocktail turned, to follow him, but Burrowfoot blocked the deputy with his paw. "Let him go," he snarled.

Lizardstripe stared at his apprentice's neck. Blood oozed out his neck where the rogue had placed his teeth into. "Is he dead?" he muttered aloud.

"No he's not," Shocktail told him. "We have to get him to the medicine cat's den as quick as possible. However, you can't go back to your camp, so that means that the nearest camp is WaveClan. Burrowfoot nodded, taking the apprentice by the scruff and racing in the opposite direction they were facing.

## Chapter 6

“He’s in critically condition,” Applefrost mewed uncomfortably shifting his paws. Lizardstripe gasped. *How would Hawkthorn live without one of his kits?* He searched the light brown medicine cat’s gaze for any hope but found none. They needed a miracle. “Why don’t we go back to the battlefield?” asked Quailsplash, pointing her tail to the camp exit. As they walked, a dozen cats followed, heading towards the camp where the rogues attacked. When they arrived, Thornpaw was the first cat to approach him, his amber eyes widened with horror. “Where is my brother? Is he dead?” Lizardstripe gulped, wondering what he should tell his apprentice’s littermate as he stared sadly back at Thornpaw. “He’s critically injured, he may or might survive.” Thornpaw’s eyes widened, his eyes were big as an owl. “I want to go see him,” Thornpaw insisted, as he headed to the camp entrance, but was stopped by Stripefur.

“We need you here, Thornpaw. Stay here. We’ll take care of him,” she nudged the apprentice as he reluctantly went back to fighting.

“Is your clan so puny that you have to rely your friends for help?” a dark gray cat with black splotches taunted, turning his head, he suddenly saw the deputy spring at him, pinning him on the ground. He waved his paws in the air, surprised. He let out a dark sneer. Suddenly, a loud thud sounded to Lizardstripe’s left. As he turned, he watched in horror as a rogue had just killed Bearstorm, his body lay ominously still on the center of the clearing.

Another thud sounded after Bearstorm, and Lizardstripe watched as both Dockstar and Chainfall had fallen to the ground, their bodies were laying still too. *No!* he thought. *We’re leaderless!* Before he knew it, he sprinted out of the camp, but not before picking Thornpaw by the scruff. As he ran, he heard a dozen of cats echoing him, tracing his pawsteps. He looked back and saw his remaining Clan and the WaveClan cats following him.

“What are we going to do?” Rushstorm moaned. “We’re leaderless now!” He felt Quailsplash stare at him with sympathy as Burrowfoot pressed against his pelt, comfortingly. “That’s alright,” Bramblewish replied. “You can stay in our camp until we can recapture your camp.” After the tom finished speaking, an orange she-cat stepped forward. “My dear friend Pearheart perished in the battle,” she wailed in grief. “She died fighting that large muscular rogue. I think his name was Tiger.” She then stopped and scanned the group of cats that gathered close to them.

“I think we’re also missing Dovepaw and Whirlpaw,” she muttered. “My two poor kits will be killed!” she whimpered with grief. “Don’t worry, Heatfern,” a ginger tom mewed to her, his white nose touching the grieving she-cat’s ear comfortably. “They’ll be in StarClan if they do and- “

“You don’t understand,” Heatfern hissed to him. “I never got to say goodbye to them!”

Lizardstripe blinked, sharing her grief, but was stopped by another white tom. “Come on, let’s get back to camp. We don’t want to stay out here, it almost moonhigh.”

## Chapter 7

"Ewww!" Emeraldeyes murmured, as he took a bite of the slimy fish, choking on the salty meat as he dropped the fish on the floor. The WaveClan cats watched him with a purr of amusement as they took a bite of their fish as well. Emeraldeyes stared at his brother, Sludgewhisker who was taking huge gulps with his fish. He noticed his brother staring at him and stared at the black tom curiously. "What?" he suddenly spoke, his mouth full of fishy meat. "It's really good," he muttered as he continued to gobble more of the fish until he consumed the entire fish completely. Emeraldeyes watched with disgust, as he moved away from his brother. It had been three days since the rogues had defeated them, abandoning the camp, they fled to WaveClan camp, where they had spent the last three days eating the repulsive fish meat that had lingered in their tongue. "How do you like our camp?" asked Quailsplash suddenly, emerging next to Lizardstripe. The light brown tom twitched his ears and started to groom his fur. "Decent," he answered honestly. "The fish is alright, and it's pretty peaceful here." Quailsplash gave a purr of delight. "I'm glad you like it here," she mewed. "I just hope you can get a chance to swim, it's so nice in the water since it's currently newleaf!" Lizardstripe stopped grooming himself and stared at the she-cat. "You're kidding!" Quailsplash shook her head. "No I'm not. And anyways, your apprentice has recovered," she added pointing at Pinepaw with her tail, who was in the lake, happily swimming in the pristine waters with Toadpaw. Lizardstripe fought the urge to join them, and headed out of the narrow strip of land that led the way out of the camp, to avoid temptation.

“Where you going?” asked a voice behind him, and he turned, revealing that it was his brother, Rushstorm. "I'm going to hunt instead of going into the water," Lizardstripe told his brother without looking at him. Rushstorm sighed. "I know that you miss camp, and so do I, but this is Tidalstar's place and we have to respect him." Lizardstripe blinked at him. "He never said anything about going into the water," he added with disgust lingering in his mew. "Besides, Tidalstar didn't have to take us to his camp. He just probably wants us to join his Clan since our Clan is gone."

"No he's not," Rushstorm told him. "I can know that our leader is still alive, after all he's still got a handful of lives left."

"And Chainfall?" asked Lizardstripe doubtfully staring at the orange tom.

"He might be dead... I'm not sure," Rushstorm admitted, looking away from his brother.

"Should we sneak back into our camp to find out?" asked Lizardstripe.

Rushstorm snorted. "No. The rogues would come to us." They stopped walking.

"But that's the only way to know," protested Lizardstripe, he glanced back at the woods.

"Dockstar will come to us when it is time," Rushstorm told him, sounding all wise... er... pretending to be sounding all wise.

"How do you know?" Lizardstripe asked, as they headed back to the camp, staring at his brother suspiciously.

"I just do," Rushstorm only answered.

## Chapter 8

Applefrost glanced at his apprentice. "Had any dreams about the restoration of ChainClan?" he asked hopefully, but his apprentice, Appledawn shook her head sadly. "Unforunately not,".

"But StarClan said that there would always be six Clans!" Applefrost exclaimed. "What will happen to us if one of our Clans are gone?"

"Two," corrected Appledawn. "LionClan is gone too."

Applefrost sighed. "Do you even get what I mean? We're doomed without ChainClan and LionClan!"

"How?" Appledawn asked, her eyes wide with curiousity.

"I don't know how to explain it, but I hope that StarClan has sent us something soon. It's either now or never!"

## Bonus Scene: Why Bird wanted to join the Clans?

Bird watched quietly as she saw her littermates, Dawn, Whale, White, Oak, and Crash sharing tongues with one another. Her six siblings were having a fantastic time. Their leader, Fleet and Sonic were plotting something. Something diabolical... Bird sighed as she remembered a battle that they had moons ago. Her mate, Dino had been killed by a monster.