"No way! You can't just change the warrior code!" a cat called. It was the Windclan deputy, Shootingrain. Mephiles smirked.

"I can and I will…unless you would like to have a word with my friend…" Mephiles purred, glancing at Iblis, who was sitting obediently next to him. Shootingrain shuddered and kept quiet. Crystalpelt couldn't believe this; they were over 30 cats against one dog…then again, most were apprentices and elders.

"Just keep quiet, or else," a familiar voice called to her. It was Blackpaw, who was trying to hide his fear.

"We need to stop him! I don't wanna have our warrior code changed…and only Starclan knows what else he'll do," Blackpaw sighed. Crystalpelt nodded, then paused for a moment.

"Tell every leader of all four clans to meet Thunderclan at Fourtrees. I have an idea-"

"And what Idea would that be?" Mephiles asked, smirking. Cystalpelt flicked her tail. "What idea?" she purred. "I was simply talking about what a great Leader you've been, and that you're helping us by changing the blessed Warrior code," Crystalpelt mewed, as if in the most innocent voice.

"Very well…Firstly, all elders will be on their own, and will be shown no respect…" he smirked. "We don't need any weak cats slowing Nightclan down!"

Nightclan? Crystalpelt thought. A-And the Elders! T-this is ridiculous!

"Secondly, Kits will speed up to half the age they are supposed to be apprentices. From now on, a kit must be THREE moons to become an apprentice, and will be worked to the death if need be," Mephiles announced. Silence filled the air, and a few queens that came along to the gathering had small tears in their eyes.

"Warriors will be at six months. And if any queen cares to object…" Mephiles truned to Iblis, who snapped his jaws at the cats. They all shuddered in their fur and all gasped in fear. Crystalpelt growled.

"I hope my message got through to them…" she sighed. Mephiles smirked.

"And any half-born kits will be eliminated. They are not allowed. Not in my clan." He growled, looking at Blackpaw. What was he implying?

"Any objections? No? alright then, this gathering is over," Mephiles purred. The two leaders came up to Crystalpelt. Foxstar was shivering.

"Wh-what is your idea?" Lionstar muttered. Another cat came up to them. It was Cloudfoot. The Shadowclan medicine cat purred.

"Yes, tell us."

Another voice purred in her ear. It was Shadowstar.

Crystalpelt sighed.

"I hope this won't be any trouble, but I would like to meet at Fourtrees. At new moon." Crystalpelt mewed. All four cats nodded. They would meet at the new moon.

"How was the meeting? I heard Mephiles has gained control of the forest," Skyheart mewed. Crystalpelt nodded. "He's got Iblis. Of course it's gonna be easy for him. But he's only got one." Crystalpelt hissed.

"And the warrior code? I heard he changed a few things!"

"All kits must be apprentices at 3 moons. 6 moons to be warriors. Elders shall be driven out of the clans, and half-clan cats will be shown no mercy…" Crystalpelt sighed. Skyheart jumped.

"Preposterous!"

A black cat and a white cat ran into the camp, their faces scarred, and blood running down their many wounds. It was Whitepaw and Blackpaw.

"H-Help us! Our clan wants to kill us for some reason!" Whitepaw gasped as she tried to catch her breath. Blackpaw looked down.

"I'll get dad! He'll let us stay, I know it!" he shouted as he ran to the leader's den. Whitepaw fell over, exhausted. Leafdream, who was nearby, padded over to her. He listened to her heartbeat and shook his head.

"She's losing blood and out of breath. She's dying."