The full moon blazed its light across the lush of the forest. Several cats were padding their way back through the forest back to their camp. Disturbing news hung in their bellies. One of their own, demanding power, was now banished from all clan territories.
They reached the hollow and padded inside. Their leader jumped up to the high ledge to tell them about the gathering. "Brightclaw," She said turning towards her deputy. "Go gather the queens and elders."
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the high ledge!" Her voice rang out around the clearing. Cats of all ages gathered around, most of them already astonished about the news they must have heard from the cats that he returned.
"As many as you might already know, there is now a rouge cat running through the forest. She was from WindClan. She demanded power and even the right to her entire clan. She spoke out during the gathering and was told to leave." She looked around at her clan as worry filled their eyes. "From now on, no cat is allowed to leave camp alone, and apprentices must have a warrior with them. Also," she added. "Patrols along all borders will be increased. That's all for now. Until further notice, just stay safe." She spun away from the high ledge and walked back into her den.
She paced back and forth worrying about what might happen. That ex-WindClan she-cat was full of power and ambition. She wasn't going to give up easily. She settled down onto her soft moss bedding, when she heard a yowl of desperation and despair. She jumped up and began to pad back through the short tunnel back to the clearing. Brightclaw appeared at the mouth with a panicked look on her face.
"Two of Oakleafs kits- they're gone!"