The CaptainSwans finally came, bounding throught the forest and reeds until they set foot on the soft sandy bank. The four clans were by the water, and the lake glistened in the moonlight. The pale blue of Skull's eyes challenged every leader to object to him being late. But not a challenge sounded. Magic, the RumpleBelle's leader, cleared his throat. "Ready to start?" he asked. Love, Skull, and Thief nodded at him, and Magic waved his paw over the water. Suddenly, it glowed, and they saw their true leaders glisten in the water. The daily watch began, and the cats gathered around the glowing waters. Love shouted out," The 3rd season, 3rd week!"
They watched intently, and the Swanfires snarled as Emma and Captain Hook shared a coconut. Hook's position was completely relaxed, and Kull grinned, saying to his charming face, "Nice work mate," his Irish accent sounding throughout the CaptainSwans, who grinned.
"Hook has no honor. He knows that Emma loves Neil, but he won't admit it." One of the Swanfires snapped after the scene. An angry rumbling filled the air as Skull snapped at the pineapple gold cat, "Shut it!" The rest of the watching played out, and the glowing slowly faded from the water. Then, the fighting broke out.
The Swanfires argued against the CaptainSwans, until Love stepped between them. "Enough. Hook doesn't know that Neil's alive yet. The decision of him being honorable will take place when the rest of the group discovers it." The pale pink cat said out to the Snowings, "Let's go!" and the honorable cats ran out behind their leader, who left nothing but pawprints in the sand. "Until next time cowards." Skull jeered, and he bunched his muscles and leapt into the undergrowth. The CaptainSwans shot venomous looks at the Swanfires, then followed after their fearless leader. "Relax Thief. Emma will pick Baelfire. That I can assure you." Magic tried to comfort his leader's son's clan. The brown cat with gold markings nodded, his eyes burning. Then he said, "Thanks. Swanfires, into formation!" The angry cats got into a single file line, and one by one, ran into the trees and brush. The RumpleBelles, on Magic's cue, led down the path into their own territory. The pale moonlight shone onto the sand, turning it silver