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Chapter 7

Three moons had passed since Mistyleaf and Mintpaw had joined the clan. It was the night of a gathering and Silverpelt could not wait to go. His sister and her daughter were coming, but Silverpelt had another reason to be excited too. At the gathering, he could see his father, Spottedfur, a Riverclan elder. Silverpelt desperately wanted to talk to him as, for the passed moon, he had had the same vision of he and Frostfeather being taken away and his mother and Mistyleaf being taken back by twolegs every night.

However, his last night's dream had been different. In it, his mother had been travelling into the forest when she had encountered another cat. It had been a younger Whitefoot. Upon meeting this cat, his mother had seemed to fall in love with him, but had been told he was a medicine cat and could not love her. However, she had gone with him to join Thunderclan instead. It had been after that that his mother had sneaked into Riverclan and stolen Silverpelt back, but had been unable to take Frostfeather too.

Silverpelt wanted to see his father to ask if this was true. He had already asked Whitefoot, but the medicine cat had refused to talk about it.

The last few gatherings had been different though. Riverclan had not shown up to any of them and Silverpelt was also nervous and wondered if they would show up tonight.

Greystar gathered up his group of cats and they ran across the Thunderclan territory, all the way to fourrocks. As they approached the clearing, Greystar stopped and sniffed the air,

"Shadowclan and… Riverclan!"

Some of the cats gasped but Silverpelt let out a little meow of excitement. He could talk to his father!

Greystar lead his clan over the stream and into the fourrocks clearing. As his clan fanned out and began to mingle, Silverpelt saw Froststar walk haughtily over to the Thunderclan leader and meow arrogantly, but also loudly enough for every cat to hear,

"I just want to tell you that no Riverclan cat present at this gathering shall speak to any Thunderclan or Shadowclan cat unless they want the severest of punishments inflicted upon them!"

Silverpelt gasped and Greystar let out a growl of indignation.

"That is unwarranted and unjust, Froststar! What of your elders, may they speak to us?!"

"Our elders have an exception, but every other Riverclan cat may not... Except me, as I must speak to you all when the meeting begins."

With that, Froststar turned her back on the Thunderclan leader and stalked off, to observe her clan from the Riverclan leader's rock.

Silverpelt let out a sigh of relief and slunk over to where his father was lying down, sharing tongues with some elders from Riverclan and Shadowclan.

Spottedfur looked up when his son approached.

"Greetings, Silverpelt. Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Yes, there is. I have had some strange dreams recently, about my mother."

Spottedfur's eyes widened but he gestured for Silverpelt to continue.

"In the first dream she was lying in the forest and you came and took me and Frostfeather away, we were only kits, but she was taken by back twolegs, along with the third kit. I another dream she came to the forest to join you in Riverclan, but she met a cat along the way and decided to go with him to Thunderclan instead. She then stole me back from you, but she couldn't get Frostfeather back. Is that what actually happened?"

Spottedfur's eyes seemed clouded with emotion as he said,

"She betrayed me… But, yes, it is true. She fell in love with the medicine cat from your clan. She was a kittypet when I first met her. In the end I convinced her to come and join the clans. You would be a Riverclan warrior if she hadn't met Whitefoot. But… I don't blame him, he didn't ask for her love, and he didn't want it. And of course, I don't know what happened to your other sister, she's probably a kittypet somewhere. She may even have kits of her own."

"Actually, I do have my own kit, but I've since joined Thunderclan, and so has your granddaughter."

The word were spoken by Mistyleaf as she walked up to her father.

"You clawed my mother, hurt her, almost killed her the night you took my brother and sister away. And you abandoned me. I don't know why I should like you, but I do... father."

Spottedfur looked up in shock at his daughter, then began to purr,

"At least your brother's no longer alone."

Suddenly, they were all distracted from their conversation by a cry from the centre of the clearing. Froststar had pinned down one of her own apprentices and Lionheart, her deputy, had pinned down another.

"Bramblepaw! Darkpaw!" cried Mintpaw from nearby,

"I'm sorry! All I said was hello, I was just introducing myself! Please let them go! I'm sorry!"

"Not as sorry as they'll be!" snarled Froststar, her eyes blazing with anger. "These two apprentices are now traitors to Riverclan and are hereby exiled!"

She clawed at the writhing apprentice then let him go. Lionheart did the same. The two apprentices scrambled over to near Greystar.

"Now that was unjust!" the Thunderclan leader hissed. He bared his teeth, unsheathed he claws and roared so loud, Silverpelt's ears hurt. The silver warrior had never seen his leader so angry.

"I declare that these two apprentices may therefore join Thunderclan, and I am also letting them stay at the meeting. Icepelt! Roseeyes! Guard them!"

The two warriors rose up and stalked up to where the two apprentices were standing. The former Riverclan cats were shaking and it took a lot of licking and comforting by the others to calm them.

"Froststar how could you!" came a cry from another cat, a white she-cat with pale ginger patches who smelled of Riverclan. "They're my kits!" she exclaimed.

"They disobeyed my orders, Sunpelt. If I cannot trust them, no cat can. However, they should fit in just fine in that rogue, traitorous and dishonourable bunch of mangy pieces of fox-dung that call themselves Thunderclan!"

Froststar sneered across at where Greystar and some other Thunderclan cats sat.

Suddenly, Windclan burst into the clearing.

"I heard yowls!" meowed Rainstar.

Froststar spat at Greystar and leapt up onto her rock. Icestar leapt up after her and Greystar jumped up onto his. Finally and hesitantly, Rainstar followed suit.

Froststar immediately stepped forwards and addressed the assembled cats,

"Cats of all clans! Listen now! We have been attacked every quarter moon for the past four moons! Riverclan says now, it is time for it to stop!"

Howls of agreement came from only the Riverclan cats.

"Riverclan know it must be Shadowclan and Thunderclan! So this is my offer to you, Rainstar. Join up with Riverclan against these two traitorous clans and help us to stop them once and for all!"

Praise for Froststar's words rang out from the Riverclan cats. Angry hisses came from Thunderclan and Shadowclan warriors. When the noise died down, Rainstar stepped forwards. A hushed silence descended as all the cats waited to hear what she would say. Her decision would affect the fate of all these cats for seasons to come.

"Cats of the four clans, listen to my decision! It is the judgment of Windclan, Froststar, that you are too quick to decide that these clans are you enemies. You have little proof against Icestar and no proof at all, only anger, against Greystar. Therefore, Windclan will not help you. Until you decide that these clans are not your enemies or you provide sufficient evidence against both, you will have no aid from us. Windclan do not help fight personal vendettas."

Greystar and Icestar nodded their thanks to Rainstar. Then Greystar stepped forwards. But before he could speak, Froststar cried,

"Rainstar! I am disgusted! You would not help an ailing clan even though the evidence couldn't be clearer. I have brought my cats here tonight despite the state they're in! Look at them! Isn't that all the proof you need?!"

Rainstar sighed, then meowed,

"Froststar, is it not bad enough that you cut in before Greystar could speak? Anyway, cuts and wounds are only evidence that your clan is indeed under siege. Windclan do not question that. What I don't think is fair is that you have automatically assumed that both these clans are responsible with no evidence to prove it! Could it just be that these are rogues attacking you and not clan cats? It may well be that there is a traitor here tonight that led them to you. But I'm am now positive that none of these clans are totally responsible. Otherwise, wouldn't they have fresh wounds too? They do not! Indeed, I think you must have gone mad to snap to such a rash decision!"

Froststar hissed at the Windclan leader but remained where she was. Finally, Greystar spoke,

"Indeed, I think you may be right, Rainstar. For just before Windclan arrived it was the rest of us, our sad sight, to witness the exile of two Riverclan apprentices for speaking to a Thunderclan cat!"

Shocked meows rose up from the Windclan cats and all those who had not witnessed the event. Rainstar gasped and leered at Froststar.

"Luckily for them, Thunderclan have accepted them into our clan and will train them into loyal warriors." This last remark was said with a sideways glance at Froststar.

As Greystar stepped back, Icestar took a step forwards.

"Cats, all Shadowclan wish to announce to you is that Longpaw has been made a warrior, so is now Longpelt. Also, we have scented Twolegs near the border with Thunderclan, so please watch out, Greystar."

Greystar dipped his head in thanks and Icestar sat down.

Finally, Rainstar stepped back up.

"Windclan has little news to bring you. Spottedmask, an elder, has now died and Mousestorm has had kits. They are Jaykit and Oakkit."

Cheers sounded for the good news and many cats murmured their sorrow for the passing away of Spottedmask to the Windclan cats.

When the sound quietened, Greystar rose to his paws and meowed,

"This gathering is now over."

The other leaders, except Froststar, dipped their heads and all the leaders leapt off the rocks. Greystar summoned his clan and lead them out of the clearing.