'How did I get myself into this mess?' Ebony thought to herself, as they ran through the maze of trees.
The moss tasted like the slime Ebony's mother called smashed potatos, but Ebony knew perfectly well that it was actually smashed turnips.
Ebony had finally figured out how to ran as a cat, and was now going at the same pace as the others.
"There's the Cracked Rock!" Redpaw exclaimed from the front of the group, "We're almost home!"
"Cracked Rock?" Marshpaw said out loud, "REDPAW, STOP!"
Redpaw and the others all skidded to a hault and looked back at Marshpaw.
"What is it Marshpaw?" he asked, looking like he was about to bite Marshpaw's head off. "If we don't hurry, we won't get there in time!"
"Redpaw, there aren't any cracked rocks in ThunderClan territory!" Marshpaw hissed, "Except for the one near the Sand Hills!"
"But, Leafpelt said-"
"Do you think that Leafpelt ever goes hunting now that she's a medicene cat?" Marshpaw hissed, "If what I think is right, we're nearly to the gathering point, it'll take us atleast half the night to get back now!"
"You mean that we're so far out," the golden brown tom began, "That we'll get there in time to only save one of them?"
"Yeah, unless we turn around right now and head towards the moon." Marshpaw explained, "Come on, I know the way!"
"You can go your way, Marshpaw." Redpaw hissed, "I'll go my way!"
Redpaw turned back to the west and continued on his way, followed by more then half of the cats. The cats that stayed were, the silver she-cat, the golden brown tom, the black-and-orange she-cat and Rustpaw, Marshpaw's brother.
"Aren't you going to go with the 'all mighty leader'?" Marshpaw asked them.
"We don't really like Redpaw," Rustpaw said, "We'd rather go with you and Ebony."
"So then, you four believe that, Ebony got me out of the twoleg nest?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't we?" the silver she-cat asked.
"Nevermind." Marshpaw meowed, "We have to get to camp. Do any of you have an idea or a short cut?"
"I have o-one." the black-and-orange she-cat spattered.
"Then lets hear it, Sweetpaw." Marshpaw said. "You have our attention."
"W-well, Spiderpelt has been training me since, Rainwisker, d-died." the she-cat began. "But, Spiderpelt s-showed me a cool trick to avoid danger with other Clans."
"What was that?" the green eyed tom asked.
"W-we have to climb that tree over there." she responded, looking at the large pine tree behind them.
"Can you climb, Ebony?" Marshpaw asked, looking at Ebony, who noded.
"Follow me!" Sweetpaw exclaimed, running over to the tree and jumping onto it. "Come on!"
The silver she-cat and the golden brown tom followed her. Marshpaw motioned for Ebony to go first in case she fell.
She took a leap and grabbed the bark of the tree. One paw at a time she climbed up the trunk to the branch where the others were waiting.
"I'll go first." Sweetpaw said, once Marshpaw had gotten up. "Do what I do."
Sweetpaw ran to the end of the branch and jumped, landing on the branch on the another tree.
"It's easy!" Sweetpaw exclaimed, "You can do it!"
The silver she-cat did the same and landed beside Sweetpaw. Then the golden tom did so. Ebony took a deep breath, ran across the branch, jumped and landed.
Marshpaw came next, then Rustpaw came last. They continued jumping from branch to branch, and the soon came to a clearing.
They climbed down the tree and ran into the clearing, to find the ThunderClan camp. Then ran up the stairs and jumped through the hole.
"ThunderClan!" Marshpaw yeowled, "We're back!"