Hello again! As you can see, this is the next chapter of my story. It sucks that I have school and don't have the time for this during weekdays :*( Disclaimer: I don't own warriors. How a fun time reading!

Problems Arise

"SPOTTED! SHE'S BEEN SPRAYED!" the she cat said. We stare in horror at Spotted, the tortoiseshell hanging from the brown tom's mouth. Juniper and Leaf race out into the clearing, staring at Spotted in grief, as Shark(a gray tom with blue eyes and white chest) and Night(a white cat with black spots and green eyes) came out to find out was going on, only to be silenced by the death of the cat. All the other cats were clearly distressed from the look on their faces.

Juniper was first to speak, "How did this happened!" he demanded. The golden-brown she cat was sniffling a little. 'Well Heather and Spotted were real close to each other. I feel sorry for Heather' she thought. Heather was the golden-brown cat. Spotted and her were real close friends and she must be devastated that her friend was gone.

When Heather was done sniffling, she blinked and stared at Juniper, "Well, we were getting our prey, but then this Sprayer came out of nowhere and sprayed gas everywhere! We had to get out fast," she sobbed, "We all ran but Spotted tripped and the gas covered her," she continued, "We all were really scared. Then Oak ran into the gas to save her, but we were too late," Willow stared at the brown tom. He had a sad look on his face. 'He must think it's his fault,' she thought.

Oak is a fast warrior, the fastest in the group. But now he must feel like he failed the group. All the cats in the clearing were chatting nervously about the event. Then she wondered were any of the other groups having the same problems? She hoped so, and then they wouldn't be the weakest group.

Juniper waved his tail to quiet everyone. "Calm down, it's not the end of the group," he said, "There is a new rule, cats are aloud until sunset to be in the forest." Then an orange and white she cat walked into the middle of the clearing, "A new rule? Is that suppose to stop the Sprayers from taking more cats!" she said, her amber eyes glowing. That was Maple, Spotted's mother. "If you want to protect the cats of Booming Thunder, you're going to have to make rules for the Sprayer! Not us!" she shouted.

"Maple, you know that the Sprayers won't listen to any rules," a new voice said. A pale golden tom with amber eyes stepped out. Juniper sighed in relief, "Thank you Tangle," he said. Maple twitched her tail, "True, but rules aren't going to prevent this," she irritably hissed. "Better safe then sorry," Tangle said, staring into Maple's eyes. Maple trotted away with a "humph!" into her den.

Ginger, Hawk, Ray, and I were still processing what had just happened. Oak then slowly put Spotted's body in the middle of the clearing. Our medicine cat, Rose, a silver tabby she cat with white paws and gentle blue eyes, walked into the clearing to examine the dead cat's body. All for of us looked at each other. It had turned into a normal day into a horrific day. There was an awkward silence. "Well, I'm going to my den," Hawk said awkwardly and walked away. Soon all of us were going into our dens. I padded into my den and fell on my bedding. I closed my eyes and sleep consumed her.

Line break, lalalalalalalalalalalalalala lalalalalala

She was walking in one of the tunnels. She couldn't tell which territory it was leading to. Then a big shadow crept towards her and then it consumed her. She was fighting against it, but it felt like she was falling, or drowning, unable to escape. She couldn't breath. Just as she felt like her lungs were about to pop, she woke up breathing hard. 'What a frightening dream' she thought. She still couldn't breathe though. Then she found a stray ginger paw on her face. She batted it away and got up quickly. There she found Ginger, his body away from his bed and snoring. She batted his muzzle, hard. He woke up with a yelp.

"What was that for?" he said, yawning and irritated. I flicked my ears, "Well, probably because you almost suffocated me with you huge paws." She said with amusement. "Oh, sorry Willow. You know how I am with sleeping," he said, embarrassed. I nodded "It's okay, it's not your fault you are you." I said calmly.

Line break, lalalalalalalalalalalalalala lalalalala

I was stretching myself in the clearing until Oak and rock, a dark brown tom with a golden streak along the side with green eyes, walked up to me. "Hey Willow, want to go hunting?" Oak said. I looked at him. He was willing to take the risk? He then explained, "I mean in the tunnels," he said. I then relaxed. "Okay sure, are we the only cats?" I stared at those two. "Yeah, Heather would've gone with us because, you know?" he said, "So Rock is the only one going with us," he said, staring at the dark brown tom.

"Okay let's go." I said. I had weird feeling that something bad was going to happen. We chose the tunnel going towards Creeping Shadows' territory. As we walked on, the worse the feeling became. Then scent of vole hit my nose. I immediately went into the stalking position and left the two toms hunting for other prey. I could see the vole clearly now. I took neat, small, soundless steps toward it. I waited for the right moment, and then I pounced and quickly nipped it. 'This should be fine' she thought. Then an unfamiliar smell wafted into her nose. She turned around toward Creeping Shadows' territory.

She heard paw steps toward her. "Um, Oak? Rock? Can you come here?" I called nervously. They came towards me, confused. "What is it, afraid of being alone?" Rock teased, and then they too were aware of the paw steps coming toward them. I unsheathed my claws into the earth, and the toms were bristling. Then a patrol of cats appeared. They all had the same scent. The scent of the Shadow group. They were staring at us with cold eyes and had lashing tails. We hissed ferociously and bristled even more, but it wasn't stopping them.

We were outnumbered and we knew that these cats would fight ruthlessly. Fear was throbbing in her heart but she tried to replace it with hatred. Then they were at the border line, which was a fox tail away. The one that was leading the patrol cruelly smirked. He was a sleek tabby tom with glowing green eyes. He looked right at us, "A small patrol of young cats," he said. My heart was practically about to burst. He kept his smirk, "An easy prey for Creeping Shadows"

Dun dun dun! Looks like they got caught by the other group. What will happen to them? Well if you want to know, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!