Hi Guys, This is Frostfoot-Dreamleaf with my new story Stolden Hope. I'm sorry that I did'nt have it up sooner- but. Well it's up now. I'm writing this story with my co-author Fyrepaw of CinderClan. I will tell you which chapers she writes. The summery is that Owlpaw is a handsome tom and all the she-cats love him. Then he gets attacked by foxes and his whole life changes. He loses half of his face, one leg, and a patch on his shoulder. She-cats now can't even stand the sight of him. He gives up on love untill he finds a ShadowClan cat named Hopepaw and he finds hope. But then when Hopepaw and almost all the other she-cats from the four clan are stoleden and no one else stands up to save them, Olwpaw knows what he must do.

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I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS, ERIN HUNTER DOES

"Listen up everybody, I have a new plan." A lighter brown cat sat on top of a boulder, the moonlight illumination his eyes. Lean, scrawny cats slinked out from behind rocks and caves to face the cat that had called upon them.

A beautiful gray she-cat with silver markings and one black paw jumped up to sit beside the cat.

"Listen up everybody- Hawk has a new plan." She spat to the thin cats that sat below her and the tom. The leader named Hawk that Flies Overhead narrowed his eyes with anticipation for his group to quiet down long enough to hear him. When he thought that it was quiet enough, he stood up to tower over them.

"Three moons ago, we found a group of young loner toms living together. They were about the age of To-Bes or as the clan calls the 'apprentices'. We left Mark, Growl, and Frog behind to capture them. Mark has just returned saying that they succeeded and they will be here in a moon." Hawk paused for a moment, letting his gaze wander to the cats around him. "Some of you were against it," He paused again and looked over to a silver she-cat," but most agreed with me. Now it is time to take the second part of my plan into action."

Hawk jumped down lightly, the gray she-cat right on his heels. He walked forward, and the cats fearfully stepped aside to make way for him. He gave a smug smile. He feasted on the knowledge that he was superior and cats feared him.

"Now we must go to the clans and the tribe and steal their she-apprentices. " He mewed, spinning a quickly around on his heels. This time, murmurs of things that Hawk couldn't tell circled him. One cat stood out from the rest.

"Hawk, this is insane! How could you ever thing about doing that?" Hawk gave a low growl and turned around. It was the silver she-cat he had looked at before. He was found of her, very found of her and he didn't ever want to giver her a reason to hate him or hurt her, but sometimes…

He stopped growling and padded softly and gently to her.

"Now dear Mist, I've always known that you didn't agree with some things, but you know that if you want to ruddy disagree with me…" Hawk stopped and laughed. Then he took out his claws and raised one to admire it, "Then I guess that you want to share the same fate of Rock Sitting Upon Rapids." He growled, lowering his head so that his eyes were at her level.

He smiled slightly when he saw Mist shudder. Rock was a cat that had opposed him in the beginning and now he lay at the bottom of a river with the fish.

"So any more complaints my dear Mist?" He asked, wrapping his tail around her neck.

"Now Hawk, I have none." She mewed, taking his tail off of her shoulders.

"Good, now stay out of trouble." He whispered in her ear. And then he flicked it with his tail and turned around.

"Now that we have that out of the way- I need five cats.
He called out. Nobody moved.

"Now come on people, I won't bite." Then he snickered,
maybe just a little."

Reluctantly, five cats came forward. He looked them over and then he sighed.

"Okay, I need each of you to gather a few other cats to take with you. But in a moment." He growled when one or two scooted away from him.

He turned to the one he trussed most, the gray cat who was his second in command. Her name was Sparkling Blue Water

Spark for short.

"Spark- this is the most dangerous one out of the five. I need you to steal the she-apprentices from our tribe. Don't screw it up." He told her sternly. She nodded and bowered her head.

"I won't your honor." She assured him. Then Hawk walked over to the other four. He pointed his teal to a young white cat. "You will go to the ThunderClan and steal the she-apprentices." He touched a cream tom on the shoulder. "You will steal the ShadowClan she-apprentices. You will steal the RiverClan she-apprentices." He mewed, looking at strong tabby tom. Then he looked at the last one, a strong sleek black she-cat.

"And I can assume you know what I'm going to stay." He purred to her. She cocked her head and looked at him with hypnotizing blue eyes.

"I go to WindClan and steal the she-apprentices?" She asked him. He nodded.

"You catch on quick." He mewed, and then looked at them.

"Ever body understands the plan?" He asked. The four nodded quickly and he purred.

"Good, now you can pick your companions." He mewed with a satisfied nod. He watched as they scurried around, trying to beat each other to the best cats. When they each had a satisfying group, he called the captions over.

"I will give your four moons. Steal in different times from each other so they don't wonder." He mewed. They nodded and started running down the ravine. Their cats followed. He watched Spark go, silently urging her not to screw up.

He turned bat to the mangy group that was left. He growled, why did the captions have to take all the good ones.

"Well it looks like you lot are left. I need strong cages and pits for the prisionsers. We have four moons. You will need to work hard." He instructed. The remaining cats nodded. He flicked his tail to show the meeting wiz dismissed. He looked over them all, his gaze landing on a small thing cat.

Her name was Dew that sparkles in the Sun and she had silver and black fur and blue eyes. But what bugged him most was that she was only seven moons old. Sometimes he wondered why he even let her stay with them. She was small, and could barley do any work at all. Then he remembered- she was his little niece. He had loved her mother, his sister, dearly and when she died- she made him promise to look out for her. But now that her mother was dead, he had plans for her.

She was old enough to be put in with the rest of the apprentices. That would make good use of her, a very good use. His plan was to train all of the toms and she-cat while they were still young. He would teach them how to fight without any hesitation. They would be brought up the right way- and if they were bad. Well Hawk had a plan for that two. When they were at a level of fighting that Hawk found satisfying, he would plan an attack on the Tribe of Rushing Water.

Yes he liked that plan a lot. And Dew- well he could only hope she inherited her mother's fighting skills. Te only problem was that she had Mist as a guardian.

He growled when he saw those two together. He hoped Mist wasn't filling her head with ideas. He knew he would keep a careful eye on those two…