A lone she-cat crept swiftly through the tall wavering prairie grass. The moonlight made her soft gray pelt glisten softly. She dreaded going into another clan's territory but her own clan was in desperate need so she really had no choice. Silvermoon ran into Ocean Clan's camp. There was a well tended to fire in the center. She skidded to a halt just as three large toms jumped in front of her, hissing angrily.
"What do you want?" demanded the largest one of all. Silvermoon could see his lean muscles under his dull orange fur flexing in the fire light.
"Nothing to harm you. I just want to speak to your leader about some help", explained Silvermoon timidly. The large tom was just about to pounce when the leader's voice spoke up,
"Frineheart, stop! Let me speak to the Flame Clan leader." Oceanmoon's voice was so stern that Frineheart growled at Silvermoon once more but backed down with the other two toms.
"What help are you needing, Silvermoon?" asked Oceanmoon.
"Forrest Clan is attacking Flame Clan as we speak. We are out numbered greatly. I now what good warriors we you have and so I'm asking for some assistance from Sea Clan'', babbled Silvermoon. Oceanmoon nodded and then called to the gathering crowd,
"Creameyes, Bronzeheart and Shallowpaw go with Slivermoon. May Star Clan be with you.'' Silvermoon ducked her head in appreciation but that spark of hope was smothered as she saw three small cats emerge. She said to them, "I thank you now, come and make haste." Silvermoon pelted off before them and felt them follow in pursuit.