A/N: Well, that was fairly exciting. Thank you for the review, Pepper Lane. I'm glad you liked both the story and my style. :D
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As the weight of the other cat was lifted off her, Frost jumped to her feet and whipped around. Standing behind her were four cats, three she recognized and one she didn't. The one that she didn't had Patch in his mouth, his body half off the ground as he flailed and yowled wildly.
"Flash? Poppy? Wind?" Frost asked, looking from one to another. "And who's-!" She was cut off by Moon, a skinny dark gray she-cat and one of Night's lackeys, tackling her. "OOF! Get off, you mangy, stinking, piece of crowfood!" Frost hissed ferociously, butting her head into Moon's stomach. The "stinking piece of crowfood" let out a heavy breath and went flying into the wall that bordered the alley.
"Come on!" yowled Flash, taking off and running. Frost whipped around and pounded after him. "Where were you?" Poppy asked impatiently, "The rest of us have been there for ages, and we've been waiting on you!" "Well, as you can see, I had a little run in with Night." answers Frost impatiently. "Look out, we're here" mewed Wind from out in front as she swerved into a small gap in a Twoleg fence.
The fence opened up into a overgrown lawn, a multitude of cats sitting in various clumps. Flash, Poppy, Wind and Frost made their own, glancing around them. "I see Mist finally got Holly to join. What a waste of hard-caught mice." Poppy muttered.
Frost caught a familiar scent, and the unfamiliar brown tabby tom that had pulled Patch off of her came and sat next to them. "Sorry about not introducing myself earlier. My name is Fang." "Frost smiled at him. "I'm Frost."
Their smashing start was interrupted by an old gray she-cat jumping onto a pile of boards at the far end of the lawn. "Listen up!" she yowled. As the muttered conversation died down, she glared around at all of them before continuing. "As you all very well know, this situation is getting completely out of hand. BloodClan is disintegrating, and we either need to leave, or die. Frost here,"-Frost ducked her head as nearly every cat turned to look at her- "Was nearly killed by Night and his little friends." Smoke raised her voice to a yowl. "So we're getting out of here! Away from the needless bloodshed! Away from starving to death!"
Several cats were on their feet, yowling agreement.
"And we are doing it tonight! You all know what to do. You will be in your groups. One designated cat will be the group leader, who will report to me. The groups with the best hunters will get us food. They will stay near the middle. Groups with the strongest cats travel on the perimeter. Queens will stay with the hunting groups. Come to me if you have forgotten your group!"
Frost stuck with Flash, Poppy and Fang. Wind had gone off somewhere, and Poppy was craning her slender neck to try to see her. A minute later, she pulled her head down, looking relived. "There she is." A minute later, Wind came plowing through the crowds of organizing cats. "I've just been to see Smoke. She says our group is right next to and to the left of hers. Flash nodded, kneading his claws into the ground.
Wind looked around and grinned at Frost. "Are you ready to go make a life for ourselves?"
