Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors.
Ratpaw's eyes shot open at the sound of a tree falling. Whitepelt was already on her feet, shaking. Tsunamipaw stood beside her protectively.
"Where's Ashfur?" Ratpaw cried.
"I'm right here," the dark gray warrior grumbled.
"I want to leave. Now," the brown apprentice said shakily, fear rising in her voice.
"We are," Tsunamipaw told her, "but I want to see--"
"NO!" Whitepelt screeched.
Ashfur, Ratpaw and Tsunamipaw looked at her oddly.
"Whitepelt?" Tsunamipaw asked tentatively.
Whitepelt's blue eyes were filled with fear. "Don't. Please."
Tsunamipaw seemed to understand. "Let's go," He said.
Whitepelt looked grateful. The four cats bounded out of the clearing, the scents of RiverClan, ShadowClan, ThunderClan and WindClan filling their sensative nostrils.
"These aren't very old scents-- only about eight moons," Tsunamipaw noticed.
"The four Clans left around that time, they should be," Ashfur remarked.
Suddenly, the wind changed and carried the stench of crowfood and somethng else to the cats.
"Rogues!" Whitepelt gasped.
"Run!" Ratpaw screeched.
"And where exactly do you think you're going?"
"Where we're going is of no concern to you," Tsunamipaw hissed.
"You pass through rogue territory, Clan cats," A black she-cat emerged fom the shadows.
Tsunamipaw's eyes widened. "NIGHT!"
"Tsunami?" The she-cat asked in disbelief. Then she quickly regained her earlier hostile composure. She narrowed her green-gray eyes, the trademark of Ratpaw's family.
"You know her?" Whitepelt hissed.
"Remember Oak, mine and Ratpaw's uncle?" Tsunamipaw whispered.
"Yes," Whitepelt replied.
"Well, this is his daughter, Night. She's our cousin."
"What happened to Oak, Night!" Ratpaw demanded.
"Who are you?" Night asked.
"I'm your cousin, Rat," She growled.
"Ah, yes," Night spat, "Rat. The rogue who turned ThunderClan."
"I wasn't even three moons old!" Ratpaw defended herself.
"Answer her question, Night," Tsunamipaw growled.
"Oak. You wanted to know about Oak," Night hissed, "well, he's dead. A badger attacked him. The old mousebrain was too weak to fight it off."
"You sound so heartbroken," Ashfur muttered.
Night glared at him. "Oak was an idiot."
"So you suceeded him," Tsunamipaw stated.
"Yes," She replied skeptically.
"Will you let us pass?"
Night hesitated. "What do I get in return?" The rogue leader asked.
"What do you want?" Tsunamipaw inquired.
"The Twolegs are here. There isn't much food. I want thirty pieces of prey."
"Thirty pieces!" Ratpaw and Ashfur cried.
"In a quarter moon."
Whitepelt nearly died. "But that isn't possible!"
Tsunamipaw silenced her with a quick glance. "Night was always demanding impossible things," He whispered, "this is no different."
"You four will stay with us," The she-cat told them.
Ratpaw, Tsunamipaw, Ashfur and Whitepelt followed Night and Tina into the rogue camp. Ashfur ran up to the calico deputy to speak with her.
"What does your name mean?" He asked her.
Tina stiffened. "It's a kittypet name."
"Did you live with Twolegs?"
"For twelve moons."
Ashfur said a polite goodbye to Tina and went back to the other three cats.
"She's a kittypet!"
"What? Who?" Whitepelt asked.
"Tina! The deputy! She was a kittypet!"
"I could have told you that," Tsunamipaw snorted. Ashfur and the silver-blue tom had been on better terms after getting used to each other.
"Come on, we have to get thirty pieces of prey in a quarter moon. We'd better get started." Ratpaw said.
"Okay." Whitepelt and Ratpaw ran far in to what was left of the woods. Tsunamipaw and Ashfur darted the other way, after they decided to meet back at moonhigh.
Wow. I think this was the longest chapter I've ever written.