Disclaimer-I am writing this on my tiny keyboard on my phone, so expect many mistakes and perhaps some smaller chapters for the next week or so.

KT-FeatherSage-Thanks for the nice review! I'm glad that you like the story so far, and that I'm correctly using Jet. I have a few plans for him, later on in the book ^-^

DarkCrystal-Sorry for the very few updates over the last few months. I hope this chapter sates your impatience!

Onto the chapter. (This will be fun. My finger already hurts from so much tapping D:)

Running Water's POV

Night had fallen by the time the duo approached the den, which was a large depression in the thick snow, made taller by a wall of stones and pebbles that looked to have been there for longer than the two felines combined, the rather vast barrier casting a large shadow over them both, as intimidating and off-putting as it was probably meant to be. Running Water glanced over to her companion, who swallowed, audibly, gazing up at the barriers with a rather fearful expression.

"The sooner we get in, the sooner we get out." Though weak, those writers had been the only form of comfort that came to mind for the more confident she-cat.

Her helpful vocals appeared to have fallen on deaf ears, as Icey Water kept staring at the camp, as if expecting the entire tribe to arrive and tear them to pieces. Which, to be fair, could easily happen.

"There's only two of us." The fearful feline spoke the obvious, moving back, slightly, "And a whole tribe in there."

Beginning to circle the barricade of stones, searching for an opening, something caught Running Water's gaze. Two cats, their pelts scarcely visible against the moonlit skies,seeming to be heading past. Despite her growing uncertainties, the she-cat called over her companion. They seemed familiar, though with their scents blowing away, it was impossible to tell.

"Are y- we going to see who they are?" Icey Water asked, hastily correcting herself.

"No harm in getting a bit closer." Telling a bit of a lie to calm both of their nerves, the feline made her way forward, Icey Water joining with obvious reluctance.

As the two came into view, the more anxious of the two was quick to recognize them. "That's Calm Stream and Quick Breeze!" Her tone was laced with relief as her speed quickened, Running Water speeding up a little, unsure of whether Icey Water was being simply optimistic, or had actually seen them. Knowing her more pessimistic nature, the feline expected it to be the latter.

Her doubts were cleared as both figures turned, their expressions almost comically mirroring what must have been on their own facials. They turned and headed for their tribe-members. It was when they were several wolf-lengths away that Running Water caught sight of a third feline, it's inky-black pelt merging with the darkness.

"I'm sure that only two went to look for you." Icey Water appeared to be more wary as she also noticed the third member.

"Hey!" Quick Breeze called out, hurrying toward them. Calm Stream followed behind with the third, who held a more perhaps irritated, though hard to read, expression, as if they would rather be anywhere but with them.

"Who's that?" Running Water got the question that the two of them had been desperate to know out of the way, once the tribe-members had a brief reunion.

Jet's POV

"Jet." The tom answered, sizing up the two others. He was not pleased to have been taken away from his temporary partner, especially so when he's had learnt why he was needed. Though, technically, they were simply a rogue group, he had assumed, after hearing their story. It had passed his ears many a time, lots of felines, rogues and tribes alike, who attempted to leave the mountains due to winter's famine.

A key factor that would play out after he had helped, was the promise of returning the favour. The two had promised that they would all hunt and basically do whatever needed doing over the next day or so. It wasn't a great reward for risking his life, but it was better than nothing, and free food during a famine was as luxury as it got, out in the mountains.

Still, that didn't mean that he had to like these tribe cats.

Quick Breeze's POV

Something that resembled pride was visible in the youthful tom, as they began planning their attack, the moon climbing higher with every passing hour. He was the one that managed to bribe the loner, and he was the one who noticed the other tribe-members. His more positive attitude misplaced amongst the worried and determined ones of thre others, the tom managed to hide it from view. Still, he knew that they would find the other tribe-members. Had he told them this, Calm Stream would be swift to object. Maybe she had helped, a little, but still, the tom hoped that he had played a part in what he hoped would be a successful rescue mission.

Running Water's POV

The moon at it's highest, almost at it's fullest, granting decent visibility and almost ensuring the fact that most others would be asleep, the group put their plan to work.

Running Water, Calm Stream and Jet, much to his distaste and his open preference to work alone, had been tasked with rescuing the tribe, whilst Quick Breeze and Icey Water would keep guard. Quick Breeze also gave a quiet complaint about his position, obviously preferring to be actually in on the action. Eventually, despite the two unhappy felines, the five were ready. Taking a deep breath, Running Water followed Jet, who had a little knowledge about the infamous tribe, towards what could easily end up, cliche as it sounded, being their doom.

Bit of a medley of POVs there, and I'll try keep it like that a bit, as I want to give the ones that barely got a voice, a chance to get in with the drama.

Expect an update, and, possibly, a long-awaited, front cover soon!

~Dappledleaf