Chapter 14!!! Goodness, we got far. Only about eight chapters left to the end of Book 1! In response to many of your reviews, I will no longer ask for predictions on whodunit, because I want to surprise you…

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This is from an unknown POV to start, then Brambleclaw's to finish. I hope this isn't too short…

Chapter 14 – The Impending Attack…

The she-cat was walking across the Wind Moors, heading for EarthClan. She sneezed as the cold that had a grip on her got worse as the rain got heavier. There was no shelter on those moors, the rising bumps in the land pushing the she-cat high into the air as she climbed over the grassy mounds.

She was walking in the direction of DarkClan territory, a place that only she knew of outside of DarkClan itself. The territory was barren, in most places, although there were patches of marsh and bushes sprouting from the derelict terrain.

The trees that were bordering the territory were closing in, marking the camp's entrance nearby. She took a rather heavy sniff and noticed that a patrol was heading her way. Unsure how she would be welcomed, she leapt into a small holly bush to hide from the band of cats coming nearer and nearer. The holly was uncomfortably pricking into her fur, but it was worth it to gain total domination.

But her cover was blown by her tail sticking out of the bush behind her. The patrol, now right outside the bush she was hiding in, had clearly noticed as they were walking towards her with open malice.

"Come on out little kitty," a mottled brown tom growled. "Don't worry; this will only hurt a lot!"

She cowered down, shrinking down into the size of a mousetail. Suddenly, one of the cats further back noticed her.

"It's that EarthClan she-cat!" the russet-furred she-cat yowled.

The rest of the patrol seemed to notice and was edging ever closer to her.

"What shall we do, Russetfur?" the mottled tom snarled. "Kill her, or skin her then kill her?"

"I like the last idea…" a large black tom taunted ravenously.

They were now just a foxlength away, claws unsheathed, ready to attack –

"Halt!"

The rest of the patrol looked behind and saw another cat, obviously quite a commanding cat.

"She is…" he chuckled mutinously. "My guest tonight. Crookedjaw, escort her to my den…she is of high importance…"

The patrol and the she-cat walked into camp. It was almost like something had scooped soil out of the ground and dumped it somewhere. It was a big earthy crater, with small dens made of thorn bushes dotted around. They headed for the most important looking one, probably the leader's or medicine cat's den, and sat down with the cat she had met with the night the kits went missing.

But this time, there were three toms and another she-cat in the den tonight.

"Now," said the tom that I had spoke with before. "Tomorrow night is most certainly the night."

"The new moon will make our attack totally covered, and it will be hard for them to attack at night," another said.

"I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine," the original tom had stood up and gestured with his tail. "I'm pretty sure you've met with her in EarthClan befor –"

"That's –" She had started to speak but was interrupted by the hiss of the other four cats.

"Do not speak the name, vermin!" the third cat hissed. "We don't want to get detected…just remember, we can help you overthrow Crowstar and Brambleclaw, and give you domination of the kittypets in ForestClan as well as the foxdung you call a Clan."

"So, are you in?" the first tom muttered quietly. "Will you be part of the better picture of the Clans, or are you just going to live like a low-life for the rest of your days?"

The offer certainly was tempting, and eventually, greed overtook the she-cat.

"I'm in," she mewed quietly.

The Clan's fate could be sealed by that deadly pact…

-x-

The rain fell heavily as me, Crowstar and Leafpool sheltered in the meeting cave, which was a cave we had discovered near the nursery which had enough room for a dozen and a half cats to socialise, drink from the pool, or shelter in the rain.

Most people had chosen to go into the warriors den, as there was more privacy in there, but there wasn't really room in the leaders den for more than four cats. I just hope that this cave wouldn't flood; there was no reason for it to, the meeting den was elevated off the ground, but just behind the nursery entrance.

Squirrelflight came in, fur soaked to the skin, with a mouthful of mice in her jaws.

"It's pouring down out there!" she commented, as she laid down the prey in the centre of the cave. Stormfur followed her in, also with four mice in his jaws.

"Where's Brook?" he asked as he shook himself dry just outside the entrance. "She should have been back ages ago."

"Well she's not in the warriors den," I told them. "I was talking to Reedwhisker in there and she wasn't around…" she wasn't missing as well was she?

I stood up and gathered some more moss to sit on. The prey-pile had moved to Crowstar's den to stay dry, and literally no cat was outside in the rain. It was weird that Brook would choose to stay outside in the rain, wherever she may be. She would normally jump to the chance of warmth; it was odd that she would want to stay out.

"Ij reggon dat DarKlak weh ahhach oohingh," Squirrelflight gulped down on her big bite of mouse. "It's the new moon tonight, the time when they will be most undercover."

Crowstar nodded, "but we don't where they are coming from, or who they will attack."

"We just need to hope that DarkClan are merciful or slip up in something. Ashstar was very laidback in his approach. I wouldn't put it past them to slip up somewhere…but where would they…" I replied, that was certainly a thought-provoking question, but my chain of thought was derailed when Squirrelflight called my name as she poked me in the shoulder.

"Yes, Squirrelflight…"

"Something is happening…I don't know how to tell you this…it know it seems too early…" she was having big troubles finding the right words.

"Too early for what?!" I was on tenterhooks. I needed to know!!

Squirrelflight took a deep breath, but immediately exhaled when something was splashing in the puddles in camp. Nearly every cat was looking outside as they saw it was Onewhisker, a ForestClan cat!

"Crowstar!" the ex-WindClan leader wailed in horror. "DarkClan are attacking our camp!"

CLIFFHANGER!! :D

Back in Chapter 12, when Stonewhisker got his warrior name and became mates with Tawnypelt, I left you subtle clues…Did you figure it out before I revealed who it was….BE HONEST!! LOL!

Have a great night from wherever you are!! :P

From Leopardstorm

(PS – I will be putting up a poll for a competition for the best pen name on the whole of Fanfiction archives in whatever book/film/TV etc. Please put nominations for the best in your review!! Don't put yourself :|)