Kinkfoot walked beside his clan on their way to the gathering place, Goldstar was staying behind to heal his wounds. Today was the day, the day he had dreaded as it will bring upon them an enormous onslaught.
The other clans were there. They did have one last ally, Strike and his gang has joined the fight though they needed not, as only shadowpaw had anything to do with the clans. Alongside them were more rogues.
Speaking of Shadowpaw, the black tom walked beside the gang leader as a deputy of sorts.
The clans gathered together and Smokeheart leaped up onto the grand rock, closely followed by strike.
The dark ginger tom, Red, sat beside Shadowpaw and the tom Dapplespot.
Mallowstar turned to Smokeheart. "Where is Goldstar?"
Smokeheart looked at her. "He is healing his deep, not lethal, wounds he got from a duel." She answered.
Crowstar went up. "But this was his idea; we agreed to follow him, not you."
"We have brought his next kin, Shadowpaw."
"One of them." Corrected Mallowstar, Kinkfoot knew she was talking about crowfoot.
Crowstar began pacing. "So we are supposed to follow your orders, along with this, outcast!
A black she-cat stood up, Kinkfoot recognized it as Echostream. "He may be an outcast, but he is also my son." She retorted.
Crowstar sat down, so did Mallowstar. And so began the plan to bring this onslaught of the clans and the dark forest. Kinkfoot shifted uncomfortably.
