Greysight growled lightly as she walked in the back of the patrol, narrowing her eyes at the forms of the two rogues she knew were in front of her. Lostheart was leading the way back while she and Moonfur took up the rear, keeping an eye on the two toms in-between.

Or in Greysight's case, following their movements to make sure they didn't try anything. She was surprised that Moonfur had remained mostly silent the entire time, it was unusual for the she-cat to be so reserved, unless she was upset about something.

As they padded through the dark forest, the tom's head swiveled around as they took in the strange, new environment. It wasn't long before they reached the tree tunnel, and just in time too.

Moonfur swore if she kept glaring any longer, Greysight would set the two toms on fire. The white tortoiseshell let out a small sound of admiration. "Neat." he mused, looking at the tall thick structure of the trees that surrounded their path.

Lostheart led them into the camp wordlessly, while both toms examined the large clearing in surprise. Greysight snorted at their movements, but smiled to herself.

'3...2...1'

"Who are these cats?!"

'Right on time.' Greysight thought amusedly as she felt Darkpelt's heavy pawsteps thundering towards the group. The rogues only blinked in surprise and watched as the large white tom turned to face Lostheart with blazing smalt eyes.

"You've brought more outsiders into our camp, and rogues no less! I could smell their thick stench from across the clearing!" he growled deeply.

"Stench?! Hey-"

The white tortoiseshell was cut off as Greysight blocked him off with a sightless glare that could have made even Willowstar back down in fear. The tom seemed to catch the message and kept his mouth shut.

"They're going to stay here with us for the night," Lostheart replied calmly, "You and Browneyes should set up some nests for our guests." Darkpelt looked absolutely livid, but the great tom merely snorted. "Fine, but I'll be letting Sunstar know." He wasn't stupid, and he knew that Lostheart would never bring outsiders in without a reason.

"Good," Lostheart replied, "You'll be saving me the trip."

Darkpelt's eyes narrowed and he glanced briefly between Lostheart and he rogues before moving to perform his orders. The dark tom stalked away towards the leader's den, making sure to signal Browneyes over as he went. The silver tom had been watching the exchange curiously from across the clearing and ran quickly to meet up with his brother.

"What crawled up his butt and died? Am I right?" laughed the white tortoiseshell.

There was an awkward silence as Lostheart, Moonfur, and Greysight all paused to look at the tom with the same strange expression. The tom merely blinked, causing his brother to sigh beside him.

After shaking her head slightly, Lostheart began to pad away. "Feel free to help yourselves to some fresh-kill, Moonfur can show you where it is."

"Alright! I'm starving!"

Moonfur nodded slightly to Lostheart and gestured for the toms to follow her as she led them across the clearing. She gave them a rabbit and stood by as more cats began to gather around due to the announcement that Sunstar would be holding a meeting.

Moonfur watched in amazement as the toms scarfed down the rabbit, they had clearly been very hungry. It was unfortunate that they happened upon the one territory were prey was scarce.

Eventually, a dark shape emerged from the leader's den and Sunstar's golden pelt was revealed. He wasted no time circling around his den and leaping onto the top, eyeing the small group of cats in the clearing below. Many of which were watching the rogues, both with curiosity and wariness.

"You two." Sunstar began, "The two rogues, who have decided to trespass onto my territory. What do you call yourselves?"

The black tom appeared to be remaining very serious and controlled, but the white one merely leaned back as a grin appeared on his face.

"The name's Thistle, and this here is my brother, Ragged." he meowed, flicking his tail toward the darker tom.

Sunstar didn't seem to be amused by Thistle's lax tone and obliviousness to the situation. "And where do you come from? Why have you come onto my territory?"

Thistle opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the sound of a deep, rasping voice. "We found this forest after traveling through the outer lands of Twolegplace. We were only trying to find food, I didn't know there was a group of cats living out here."

Sunstar scoffed, "You're lucky my warriors didn't tear you apart. However, we will allow you to rest in our camp for the time being. There is plenty of food and space, as a clan we work together to survive. All cats serve the clan and in return we each are cared for and protected. A much easier and nobler life than that of a rogue's."

With a small sneer of disgust, Sunstar leapt down from his rock and once again retreated into his den. In the clearing, Roseclaw, Longtail, and Mintpaw were watching the unfamiliar cats warily from the side. None bothering to get any closer.

After the cats began to clear a little, Thistle flopped onto the ground with a contented sigh. His actions causing Browneyes and Darkpelt to look at him strangely.

"Soooo," he drawled, turning toward the two DarkClan toms. "Let me get this straight, there's you two, the old tom, and these she-cats?"

"Erm..Yes?" Browneyes replied.

Thistle let out another loud, obnoxious laugh. "Oh-ho-ho! Lucky guys."

Darkpelt glared at the tom as if he had grown another head, while Browneyes just shuffled his paws awkwardly. Ragged sighed and closed his yellow eyes, "Ignore him."

Browneyes still looked confused, "What do you mean?"

Thistle pulled himself up and looked at Browneyes with a single brow raised. "Well it's not like every tom gets to stay in a clan full of gorgeous she-cats."

By this point in time, Darkpelt had turned away and was beginning to walk away, while Greysight and Moonfur padded up to the group.

Thistle's eyes glanced across the clearing as he spotted a nearby figure. The cats in the clearing didn't have time to react as the tom shouted across the clearing.

"Yeah, I'm digging that exotic look! Whoo!"

Darkpelt, Greysight, Moonfur, and Browneyes all froze. Completely caught off guard, and they slowly turned to see what would happen.

Lostheart had been walking across the clearing and had stopped dead in her tracks. the black she-cat's back was to the group and she had become completely still. The temperature around the cats seemed to drop a few degrees, and Thistle just looked at the other cats with a confused expression.

However, they were ignoring him, and stood in silent shock, fearing Lostheart's reaction. A light breeze blew through the camp, ruffling Lostheart's fur slightly, and after another brief moment, the she-cat continued forward, not bothering to even turn to look at the cats.

The cats visibly relaxed, still surprised by the sudden action.

"Are you crazy?!" Darkpelt hissed, and with another low growl the tom stalked away to the warriors den, fed up with the annoying rogue.

"What? Is it something I said?" Thistle asked dumbly.

A vein visibly twitched in Greysight's head, this tom annoyed the living daylights out of her. 'Don't hurt him, Greysight, he's not worth it.'

Rolling her eyes, Greysight stepped across the clearing, intent on visiting and talking to Mintpaw and Longtail.

Browneyes had left as well, going to follow his brother and leaving Moonfur alone with the toms. As far as she could tell, Thistle was an obnoxious moron, and Ragged...Well, there was something strange about him. His fur was badly unkept and his whiskers frazzled, the tom's shining, yellow eyes set her on edge. That, and he just seemed...twitchy.

Moonfur stood up, "We sleep in the den over there." she meowed, flicking her tail towards the warriors den. "Nests are set up for you when you're ready."

She padded away from the toms, happy to be away from their strange antics. She would never actually leave them alone in their camp unwatched, no, she just didn't want to be alone with them.

Moonfur made sure to slip away around the leaders den and work her way back towards the toms, able to watch the pair from a safe distance. Besides, she was sure Lostheart was doing the same thing somewhere right now.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Movingg onnnn. :) I'm uber busy with studying and projects, I have exams next week so IDK how updates will go. I also entered a really big art competition I just sent in my submission, results come in November so we shall see. Any questions or thoughts/comments, leave em in reviews :) I'm happy I finally got to these two in our story xP Sunstar at this point really doesnt care about mucha nymore if you havent noticed. The DarkClan cats kind of had to work together to do things themselves.

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