I apologize for the following chapter. It is very short and I had a little bit of trouble with writers block. Also, if anyone has any ideas for battle plans that would work, please comment. I have a general idea, but I just need some fresh insights. Continue!

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath High Rock for a clan meeting."

Cats came from every corner of the camp, eyes and tails drooping slightly in the dawn light. Edward too had to stifle a yawn. He had only been able to grab a couple hours of sleep, and he was beginning to feel it's' toil.

Firestar sat on top of High Rock, flame-colored pelt aglow. He looked relaxed, but Edward could tell otherwise. He himself had acted calm on the outside but worried and nervous inside. He wished he could give Firestar comfort but he felt the same way.

Firestar began speaking as soon as the last cat was seated. "Cats of Thunderclan, we are in a time of crises. Bloodclan has threatened our safety, and the safety of the other clans. They have threatened us upon pain of death to leave the forest in three days. However," he turned his head slightly as he flashed a glance at Edward.

"Edward has suggested a plan, and I am in full support of it. The plan, I must admit, was created with precision and strategy. The only problem is that we need to find where they hide before the plan can become active. Therefore we have recruited Edward's friend Mustang to help us find it." Firestar paused to take a deep breath and Edward involuntary flinched. Showtime.

"Now, I must ask you all to remain calm. Mustang is…to quote what Edward told me earlier, different." Firestar nodded down to Edward, eyes filled with worry. Edward stood on shaking paws, aware that the clan's eyes were all on him. He padded to the entrance of the gorse tunnel and whispered, "Okay, Alphonse. Come in." He stepped back as Al came through leading Mustang.

As soon as the clan saw Mustang, the clearing went downhill into chaos. "A dog! Protect the kits!"

Cloudtail yelled, charging Mustang with Dustpelt and Brackenfur in attack formation. Mustang made no movement, gazing at the cats with amusement. The three spread out, Dustpelt flanking from the left, Brackenfur from the right and Cloudtail from the front. They all jumped at once, biting and clawing at Mustang's fur. Cloudtail swiped a claw at Mustang's eyes but Mustang merely shook his head, sending Cloudtail flying into other cats who had sprung into action, attacking Mustang. Wincing only when a cat managed to get a claw or a tooth through his armor of fur, he gazed up at Firestar.

"Stop! Enough!" Firestar yelled. The attacking cats backed off, confused at Firestar's order and why Mustang wasn't fighting back. "This is Mustang." Firestar indicated Mustang. "He has agreed to help us attack Bloodclan. I expect you to treat him as a guest." The clan was silent.

A few moments later Longtail barked out a laugh and said, "You're joking, right? You expect me to believe that a dog understands our plight and wants to help? I'm not sure what you did to get him to just sit there; maybe he's stupid. I need more proof, if this is true, which I don't believe it is."

Before Edward could come to Mustang's defense, Mustang said, rather grumpily, "I don't need to show you proof, fleabag."

A gasp ran through the assembled cats. Longtail stood frozen, mouth swinging. "How…how is this possible?! It-it has to be same kind of trick!" He turned to glare at Edward. "What are you, huh? Some kind of…Well, I don't know what. But it's not good. I've about had it with you and your nonsense."

Mustang, finally, stood up. "Enough of your prattling. We have more important things to talk about."

Firestar nodded. "I agree. I would like to see Edward, Al, Cinderpelt, Mustang, and my senior warriors now. We have a plan to discuss."