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Summery: Six cats escape from Summerheat Camp and the rogues. They journey across a wide plain and on the way each tell stories from their past. Now their journey winds to its end and they decide to make a stand. The stories told: Petal, Lightberry, Waterdrop.

Chapter 10

The next day, the blue sky clear and bright without a cloud, the six cats started out again. They quickly left their large bush and started walking, the sun at their backs. Then Petal suddenly changed direction.

"What are you doing?" Waterdrop asked, suddenly realizing no one was following him anymore. He turned around and bounded back to the group.

Duststripe shrugged his shoulders and kept following Petal. She was now walking with the sun on her right, toward a large dark spot on the horizon.

"The rogues know the direction we're traveling," Petal explained when Cloverleaf caught up from where she'd been scouting from the back. They all sat together now, bunched close as a cold wind blew at them.

"I decided we needed to go somewhere else," the leader continued. "Leafbare will come soon and we need a place to stay. We can't walk through all the snow. We need a temporary camp."

"Leafbare is far away," Lightberry meowed. "Leaf-fall only just started."

"Leafbare will come sooner than we think," Petal meowed, her golden eyes looking at the group. "We need to be settled before then. We should make a stand at least."

"I agree," Cloverleaf meowed, getting everyone's attention. When she had everyone looking at her, she continued. "We don't know if the five are still after us, and if they aren't, why do we keep running? I say we shouldn't go too far from Tanglewood. There is the chance we can go back. I think we should find somewhere to last the leafbare and return in newleaf."

"My thoughts exactly, Cloverleaf," Petal nodded to the tortoiseshell she-cat. "Thank you."

Cloverleaf smiled with the praise.

"Now, we're going this direction to confuse the rogues and also because I think that might be a forest," Petal explained, her tail flicking toward the dark spot. "We can sleep there and find ourselves a camp."

"It looks so far away," Frog moaned, standing up on his back legs to look over Lightberry. The brown she-cat moved aside so the young tom could see better.

"It might be," Petal agreed. "Which is why we should start now. I don't see any forest in the direction of the setting sun."

Waterdrop murmured an agreement and the six of them started walking again.

By sunhigh they got to a very strange line in their way. The hills had suddenly flatted out and behind some wooden posts with shining vines strung between them, long, tall stalks of plants stood in rows. A loud droning roared in the distance. This was no forest of trees.

"What do we do now?" Lightberry asked, staring at it. "We can't live here."

"We go through," Petal meowed. "But first we hunt and rest."

The group faded off, some going on their own, others in groups. Frog padded beside Duststripe and Lightberry as they followed the odd line holding in the towering plants.

"I don't like the look of that," Duststripe meowed, staring into the dark roots of the plants. "Anything could be hiding in it."

He glanced at his son, but Frog wasn't paying attention. He was concentrating on some horsetail which bobbed in the air in front of him. The kit's dark eyes followed the sharp movement, his tail mirroring the plant. Duststripe watched his son's leg muscles tense just before the pounce.

"He'll make a good hunter," Lightberry meowed, having watched as well.

Duststripe nodded.

"Good job!" he praised his son when Frog stood up.

The kit purred with delight and started jumping on the horsetail some more. Duststripe and Lightberry turned away.

"I don't think it's that bad," Lightberry told him. "Look."

She quickly slipped under the shining vines that were held up by the wooden posts. On the other side it was a quick trot into the field of tall plants.

"Wait," Duststripe called, but Lightberry pushed her way through the stalks with a rustling sound and was lost in the dark shadows. Duststripe couldn't see her any longer. There were too many stalks in the way.

Rushing to the wooden post, he stood just outside the field. His eyes scanned for his Clannmate but he couldn't see her. Frog bounded over to his father's side and was about to slip under the wire when Duststripe put a paw in front of him.

"I don't want to lose you in that too," Duststripe told him. "Wait for Lightberry to get back."

Frog sighed and sat down, head tilted over with annoyance. Duststripe sat down as well and ignored his son's behavior. Some time later Lightberry came back, two mice in her jaws.

"It's good hunting in there," she told him, placing the mice down. "I saw some black birds and a mole. They're eating some fallen seeds."

Duststripe frowned at her but accepted the mice. Lightberry went under the wire and they walked back into the hills. Duststripe caught them a rabbit and the three hurried back to where they'd left their companions.

Petal was waiting, a bird between her paws. When she saw them, she smiled and motioned for Frog to come near. The kit eagerly did.

"I say this time you can pick who tells the story," Petal told him. Frog nodded his head and accepted a mouse from Lightberry. Duststripe laid down and started on his rabbit. He had a feeling his son might choose him. He tried to think of a story to tell.

Waterdrop came back a short time later without anything. His face was dusty and Duststripe had a feeling he'd hit dirt going after some prey. He offered some rabbit to the leafcat. The old tom nodded and joined him.

Cloverleaf was the last to come back with two birds. She placed one in the center of the group and kept the last. For a time everyone was silent, just eating. The sound of bird calls and the roaring in the field were the only things to be heard.

"Cloverleaf," Frog suddenly meowed.

The dappled she-cat looked up in surprise.

"You tell the story," the kit ordered.

Cloverleaf's eyes darted to Petal whom Frog was nearby. The red leader nodded her head. Cloverleaf quickly cleaned off her face and stood up.

"I'm not really sure how to start my story," Cloverleaf meowed. "But I'd like to tell about an experience as an apprentice. My first official fight."

Frog's ears perked up and Duststripe was sure his son would love this story.

-Line-

Clover had some battle training. Whitetoes tried to keep his apprentice fit and on top of things. She hadn't been an apprentice for long, just a few moons, but Whitetoes told her she had potential to be one of the best warriors Summerheat had ever known. Clover had taken that to heart and she was determined to succeed in everything. Whitetoes told her to take her time, but Clover didn't want to wait to learn the harder things when he said her body would be more fit and have more stamina. She wanted to learn now.

"Go hunting," Whitetoes told her. "I won't teach you more. You aren't flexible yet."

"Please," Clover meowed seriously.

Everyone told her that her green eyes were too serious for her age. She just ignored them. It wasn't like she had anyone to play with anyway. Her siblings had died as kits and there was no one her age other than Lily, but the other tortoiseshell apprentice, who was somewhat older than Clover, didn't want anything to do with the younger she-cat. She stayed with the older warriors, showing off. The Clan was strangely out of apprentices this season and the next group was moons younger than she. Clover felt a warrior already. Why should she have to be told no?

"Go hunt," her mentor told her firmly. "The Clan needs the food. Being a warrior isn't all about fighting. I know a few warriors make it seem that way, but it isn't. We need someone to support us. Apprentices usually have that duty and it is an honorable one. Who else would take care of the elders? They don't want to see warriors, something they want to be again. They want apprentices and kits, the future of our Clan. Now go find some prey and you can take it to Voletail."

Clover sighed. She didn't like Voletail. The brown tom was grouchy and ill tempered. She wanted to take it to her mother, Clearecho, but the she-cat wasn't just yet ready to be an elder. She was still hanging on with her mate Desertfur. They insisted they could help because along with low apprentice levels, the warrior count was low as well. This was the worst Summerheat had ever been. Something had to help them boost their numbers or soon there wouldn't be a Clan at all.

"Hunt," Whitetoes meowed, pushing her away with his white nose.

Clover grumbled and turned away from the stream side. This was the training ground, a sandy patch of dirt near the shallow stream in the middle of Tanglewood Forest along one of the Clan's border. Clover wished her siblings were there with her, but some cruel warrior had killed them. Some warrior that was now a rogue. Clover's claws twitched. If she ever caught that tom, he would die!

Clover went hunting as ordered. She took a long time and managed to get one nice catch back to camp before Whitetoes sent her out again. Voletail wasn't happy as Clover expected when she visited him with a large squirrel. He sent her out when she wanted to clean the bedding.

"You can do that later," Whitetoes told Clover. "Go hunting again. I'm sure the queens would appreciate it."

Clover glanced at the rosebush and saw five kits playing with a moss ball. One was a brown tom with large stripes, the other a golden tabby she-cat. Clover knew those two kits were Whitetoes's own. She knew he doted on them when he could. The other three were some other toms'. Clover didn't keep track as she wasn't interested in kits or mates usually. The first was a white tom with a read face and tail, the second a short-haired she-cat, and the last a light gray tabby she-cat. The five of them tussled with the moss ball until the golden she-cat found a mouse pelt and ran off with it, the others chasing her.

Clover turned away from them and left the camp for her second hunt. She hoped Voletail would let her clean the elder's den later. He tended to be possessive of the den and it scared her on occasion. Especially when he told her not to be scared. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

On the way out of camp, Clover glanced at the Low Branch. Petal usually made her decisions from that branch. Cloverleaf hoped soon Petal would call her as a warrior. She really wanted to be more than the hunter. Lately the rogues were attacking. They seemed to know that the Clan was weak. They took the opportunity to steal prey from lone hunters or just attacking to quickly leave after a few scratches. Clover wanted to be a warrior because then she could lead a patrol to fight them. Instead she was stuck hunting. With a sigh, the dappled she-cat went on.

By early evening, she'd caught a bit more prey. When returning to the cache she'd made, a black bird in her jaws, she thought she saw something under the willow tree. She thought she could see a brown cat moving. Thinking it was Desertfur, she picked up her pace, tail waving. Wouldn't he be impressed with her catch! But as Clover ducked under the long, drooping vine of small leaves, Clover could see it wasn't Desertfur. This tom was too small and had the wrong smell. He was stealing her prey!

Clover dropped the black bird and rushed to the tom. She suppressed a battle cry and, instead, knocked him down. She pulled him away from the mouse he'd been devouring and started pummeling him with her back legs. He was about as big as her, which gave her confidence she could beat him. He was only apprentice age! He probably didn't have as much training as her either.

She bit him hard and he shrieked. He twisted in her grasp, startling her. Her claws gave and he ran. She jumped up to her feet in time to see him taking a vole and another mouse.

She snarled, racing after him as he left the willow's cover. He couldn't go very fast and Clover felt the blood rush through her. Her legs went faster with excitement and she was sure she had a grin on her face. She loved this. It was even better than battle training with Whitetoes. Now she was actually fighting, claw, tooth, and all!

She narrowed her eyes and targeted the fleeing tom. His fur was fluffed with terror, but though he was scared he wasn't being foolish. He seemed to know exactly where he was going. He had to be one of the local rogues.

Clover spotted a large boulder with a split through the middle coming up. It looked like the tom was headed for this boulder. She smirked and veered course. She was going to ambush him. She pushed herself, jumping onto the boulder and pulled herself up the cracks with her claws. Below her the tom pushed through the rift. He shot out before Clover topped the boulder.

Clover crouched on top of the boulder, watching him get away, his feet sending leaves scattering behind him. She tensed and then leapt for the tom. She landed on his back, forcing a kit-like squeak from him. The prey flew from him and he landed in a heap, Clover on top of him, tangled. She pulled a paw free and placed it on his back, claws digging him.

"I'll show you what it means to steal from the Clan," she hissed, leaning down harder.

He winced and tried to squirm free. Clover growled at him and started to nip his ears.

Clover heard a crackle of twigs and looked up in time to see another cat barreling for her. She could only tense as a wall of yellow fur knocked into her. She felt herself tumble over the ground, her body sliding through the fallen leaves and making dust rise. She kept her eyes close until she came to a stop. She quickly jumped up and lowered herself.

The attacking yellow tom was lowered like her, glaring, his lips drawn up. She gulped as she realized he was much bigger than she was. The brown tabby tom hid on his other side, peering over the large shoulders at her. He winked at her when he saw her notice him.

Clover spat at the brown tom and turned her attention back to the yellow tom. He was the real threat. She could already recognize him. No one had the same yellow pelt as Sullen. Clover was never sure if that was his real name, but many of the warriors spoke about him and so she assumed that's what it was. But who named their kit 'Sullen'? Because she recognized Sullen, she realized the cat he was protecting had to be Bark. The two always seemed to be together. Though Clover had never come face to face with either of them, she knew enough about them from the Clan.

Clover twitched an ear as the glaring went on. She knew she couldn't just back away. She would never give up. Bark had been stealing from her and the Clan. She couldn't let him get away with it. Too many warriors already had, but Petal told them not to start a fight with the rogues. It wasn't as if Summerheat had too little prey. Tanglewood was abundant with many different kinds of prey and her Clan knew how to hunt all of them.

Clover decided she had to make sure these two cats stopped bothering her Clan. Of course she had to give them fair warning. Petal would have her ears if she didn't.

"You will pay for taking the Clan's prey," she hissed at them.

Sullen blinked at her, his brown eyes unimpressed.

"You have enough prey," he growled at her. "Your Clan is well fed without these."

His tail flicked to the pieces of prey Bark had taken from her cache.

"Catch your own prey," she snarled at him. "I worked hard for those."

Sullen's nose flared. "We catch what we can, Clan cat. There are too many cats in this forest to support us all. You just need to learn how to share."

"Share?" she snapped. "Stealing is different than sharing!"

She lunged for him, claws outstretched and teeth bared. As she went, she let out a loud yowl. Bark's eyes widened and he darted away as Sullen backed up only to steady himself. He let Clover pound into him, grasping his chest with her front claws. She tried to push his forefeet out from under him but he was too firm. He picked up his paw and knocked her over instead. He leaned down, grabbing her neck in his mouth.

Clover choked, unable to get air. Her back legs tore into Sullen's face, cutting his lip and his eye lid. Her front paws were useless and she couldn't twist, else it would drive his teeth deeper. For once she felt actual fear. She forgot everything Whitetoes had taught her. Her gaze of Sullen's shoulder went into a narrow tunnel of light. Blackness was all around her and her strength ebbed. She heard a gurgling noise and slowly realized it was her. For a moment she wasn't in her body and she looked at the scene as if from a tree branch.

Sullen was leaning over her, driving her into the ground as he held on. The tortoiseshell legs kicked slower and the face was so blank, the green eyes staring into the darkening sky. Clover watched, feeling nothing as she saw herself die. It was strange, she thought. She should at least be angry. But she wasn't. She blinked and looked away, she lifted a paw to start walking. She felt drawn by something. It tickled at her nose, telling her to go onward.

Bark, having pulled himself from a bush after realizing he wouldn't get hurt, came closer. His tail twitched and for a moment he just stared. Then he ran forward, pawing Sullen's side.

"Stop it," Bark meowed. "Don't kill her!"

Sullen glanced at the tabby and held tighter. Clover watched blood pool at his mouth corners. The tortoiseshell kicked once more and was still.

"You don't want the Clan coming after us!" Bark hissed. "If they find her dead, they won't stop until we are!"

Sullen nodded and released his hold on the she-cat. Clover felt herself be pulled down and as the darkness receded, she gasped. Her neck hurt so bad and her claws felt as if rain drops were hitting them. She lay on the ground, gasping and recovering as life started making sense again. She was no longer floating in the air. She was herself again. She was alive.

She pulled herself to her feet in time to see Sullen and Bark take off, prey dangling from their jaws.

"That's right, run!" she snarled at their backs. Her voice was hoarse and her throat hurt with every breath. "Run you sullen-faced fleapelt!"

The play on his name jabbed Sullen and he faced her again. He dropped the vole and looked straight at Clover.

"You're only still alive because of your Clan," he hissed. "If they weren't rulers of this forest, you'd be dead."

"At least I have a Clan," she growled. "You're nothing but starving rogues on your own. I know how to hunt and to care for myself. You two have nothing. I have a family, I have StarClan, I have a warm place to sleep every leafbare! Someone cares if I die!"

Sullen eyes glowed as he stared at her.

"You won't for long," he hissed. "You Clan cats think too much of yourselves."

"Let's go," Bark mewled at his side, his mouse dangling by a tail.

Sullen nodded and followed the brown tabby through the brush. Clover gulped and after quickly licking her paws over her dirty face, she left the area. She avoided the boulder with the crack and hurried back to her catch. All the time she was thinking about the encounter. The only reason she was alive was because of Bark- if she was to believe that odd dream. She hadn't been able to defend herself. As she looked at the remnants of her catch, she made a vow that she would never again lose a fight. Especially not to a rogue. Not ever again!

-Line-

Frog stared at her wide eyed when Cloverleaf finished.

"You met Sullen before?" he squeaked out.

She nodded her head. "He wasn't some unknown tom that just came to take over our Clan, Frog. He was planning this for a while. I just sometimes wonder how he convinced the others to join him."

"The same could be ask of the one who banded our Clan," Petal meowed. "How did Raven manage it?"

The rest of the group shrugged. They certainly didn't know. They didn't know much of their past Clan life past two leaders. Duststripe only knew of Glide and Petal he didn't even know the Clan leader before. He was a bit surprised at how little history he was aware of. He sat there and thought, looking at his brown paws.

"What happened when you got back to the camp?" Frog asked.

"Whitetoes wondered what happened and I had to tell him. A patrol went out to find the toms, but never did. After that, Petal made a rule that no cat could go out alone," Cloverleaf answered, looking at her leader.

Petal nodded. "It seemed to work. We didn't have any more problems with Sullen or the other rogues. I guess I was getting a bit relaxed because I thought that meant the threat was over. Unfortunately it wasn't. Sullen was just preparing his attack. Maybe if I'd been more diligent."

The red leader sighed.

"You did nothing wrong, Petal," Waterdrop meowed, rubbing her head with his own. "No one suspected it. I felt we should have been warned but nothing could have known what he was going to do."

Petal nodded.

"That's all my story," Cloverleaf meowed, getting up to stretch.

"Nothing else?" Frog whined. "I want to hear about your second battle! Did you win?"

Cloverleaf smiled and shook her head. "Yes. I won most of my battles after. Whitetoes was a good mentor. It wasn't long before I became a warrior."

"Did you get an apprentice?" Frog asked eagerly.

Cloverleaf nodded. "I got to mentor Fishbelly."

Frog blinked and then frowned. "That was such a long time ago," he meowed finally. "Do you think you could be mine?"

He looked at her.

Duststripe breathed in sharply and looked at Petal. She looked at Frog and then Cloverleaf for a while when the dapple she-cat turned to her a faint hopeful look on her face.

"Maybe," Petal finally meowed. "Maybe. For now, let's move on. It's passed sunhigh."

The cats nodded and then stood up. Petal decided it was time to head through the forest of tall, shadowed stalks. They walked to the fence. As they neared, Duststripe felt dread. He didn't like the look of these plants. He didn't like not seeing where he was going. The others weren't worried. They slipped under the barbed wire and across the strip of bare ground to the stalks. Cloverleaf was the first to disappear into the stalk forest. Her pelt brushed the long steams, shaking them. The stalks rattled. As Cloverleaf continued in, her path became a whispering trail. Duststripe flicked an ear but followed Frog. Lightberry was in front of the kit and she looked back at him once before heading into the stalks.

Duststripe hesitated before going in but with a deep breath, he plunged into the shadows. It was different from the field only a few steps in. The shadows were oppressive, the stalks too thick. Sounds were muffled. Though the field was silent, there was the occasional bird call and whistling of the flaring wind. These stalks were different. There were no birds. The imitation of the wind were the six cats pushing through the stalks. Their breathing seemed almost loud in the darkness. Duststripe could hear Petal and Waterdrop to his right, Cloverleaf somewhere ahead and on the left, and he could almost see Lightberry before him. Duststripe stayed close to his son, not wanting to lose him. One other sound was the roaring they'd constantly heard since they reached the field of stalks. It was muffled but it seemed to be growing louder.

Duststripe paused and raised his head. The roaring *was* growing louder and he could hear more rustles. That was far more than his group was making. It was as if two whole Clans were pushing their way through the stalks. He felt his heart pound as fear suddenly lit.

"Is that getting louder?" an echoed meow asked.

Duststripe thought it was Cloverleaf.

"I think it is," an echo sounding like Petal answered, surprised.

The cats stopped pushing through the stalks and froze. Duststripe watched a shadow twist its head, searching for the noise. It was Lightberry just ahead of him. Duststripe searched as well. Which direction was it coming from? The muffled echos made it hard to pinpoint. It was worse than stalking through fog. An odd tang filled the air and with it Duststripe could detect a freshly cut smell, like when Waterdrop tore the leaves off of his herbs. Duststripe's face twitched as he realized something was cutting down these stalks. He wanted to tell his son to run, but he was afraid that Frog might run straight for the beast cutting down the stalks. Unfortunately just standing there the six of them could get cut with the stalks.

The ground began to rumble underpaw and the stalks started shivering. Large seeds rained down from above, mixing with the ones already on the ground. They hit Duststripe's back like pellets and his skin itched as if fleas were jumping on him. He leaned back and licked them hurriedly off.

Frog scrambled to his father and hid under Duststripe's chest. Duststripe huddled over his son. He continued to stare as the sound got louder. His throat became dry as he just waited for the end. The other cats didn't say a thing as they waited. Duststripe could see the shadowy Lightberry's fur puffed out to make her into a large furball. He couldn't see the others but he was sure they looked the same. He sure felt his fur standing on end.

The roar suddenly wasn't muffled anymore and something sounding like claws cutting into flesh roared behind Duststripe. He whirled, tripping over Frog and saw, only a tail length behind him, the stalks fall, only to be sucked into a green monster he saw only for a brief instant.

That glance was all he needed. He picked himself up and ran forward, away from the cut and the machine. Frog was with him and he could tell Lightberry had gone ahead. Her smell was the only thing that remained of her. Duststripe couldn't hear the stalks rustle with cat movements because the roaring was still loud. He could only see and smell Frog by his side, running as hard as his apprentice-sized legs would carry him. Duststripe could only calm his heart enough to stay with his son. He was sure that if Frog wasn't there, he'd be running just like the rest of the warriors.

The stalks seemed to go on forever, the roaring always there, somehow nearing and going away all the time. Duststripe could never tell what direction it would come from, but he was always alert, frightened that it might overtake him. And then the stalks just ended. A strip of bare ground was quickly covered as Frog and Duststripe plunged into the forest. Familiar trees towered overhead and the undergrowth felt nice underpaw. The shadows weren't as oppressive as the ones in the stalks and the roaring faded away as bird singing came to Duststripe's ears. He felt his heart slowing down and his legs stopped running. He stared into the beautiful changing leaves on the tall elms and oak trees. He could even spot a hickory or a pine tree in the thick ness. For once he felt as if he were home and that all his running was over. He almost wanted to find Summerheat Camp buried away in the trees.

Frog wasn't as calm. He kept looking back over his shoulder and to the stalks he could see through the tree gaps. He huddled against Duststripe, his breath squeaking. Duststripe could feel his son shiver. Duststripe leaned down and licked his son, cleaning him from the dust and the stalk seeds. Frog seemed to calm down with the licking. Soon Frog was blinking his eyes sleepily. Duststripe sighed and looked around. He wondered where everyone had disappeared to. He looked at the sky through the tree leaves and saw that it was almost evening. He decided to find someplace to sleep. He was sure the monster cutting the stalks wouldn't come into the forest. He guided Frog over to a thick bush and then they both curled up. As Duststripe closed his eyes he realized just how tired he was. He was asleep in heartbeats.

Hey if you want to know the old Clan (Cloverleaf's apprentice story) look down:

Leader Petal- red-brown she-cat with light gray spots
Deputy Bluelightning- swift silver-blue tom
Leafcats Waterdrop silver gray tom with blue eyes
Dancingeyes- brown, long-furred she-cat with fiery amber eyes

Warriors

Desertfur- large brown tom with large tufted ears and dark marks around eyes
Clearecho- white she-cat with blue eyes and brown chin
Foreststep- white tom with silver legs and green eyes
Whitetoes- dusty gray tabby tom with white toes and blaze over face
apprentice: Clover
Streaminglight- white she-cat with green eyes
Lightberry- brown she-cat with black spots
apprentice: Lily
Elmpath- black tom with faint spotting
Mousefoot- gray tabby she-cat with light brown legs

Apprentices

Lily- tortoiseshell she-cat with white stripe along back
Clover- tortoiseshell she-cat with a black spot resembling clover

Queens

Dawneyes- gray tabby she-cat with golden eyes, mother of Whitetoes two kits: Golden (golden tabby she-cat with green eyes) and Dust (brown tom with thick dark stripes)
Snowfeather- dark white she-cat with gray paws with green eyes, mother of Foreststep's three kits: Red (white tom with a red face and tail), Fish (short-haired she-cat) and Stream (light gray tabby she-cat)

Elders

Voletail- brown tom with missing tail

Timeline:

Waterdrop born. 2 moons later Petal is born. Waterdrop enters Clan then becomes apprentice. Petal and brother become apprentice. Waterdrop made medicine cat a moon after. Petal made warrior, has apprentice. Stream and Petalface meet silver queen (Silvermoon) and her three kits, a week later find them dead. Lightberry and brother, Dusk, are born. They go missing three moons later and Dusk is injured. They become apprentices. Goldengrove goes missing, Petalface promoted to deputy. Clover is born. Lightberry and Crookedclaw become warriors. Clover's siblings killed by Crookedclaw. Clover becomes apprentice. Duststripe is born. Clover becomes warrior. Duststripe becomes apprentice. Duststripe becomes warrior, falls in love with Lilyfern. A few moons later Frog is born. Clan attacked by Sullen, the six run away.