Mossface smirked. Jackpot! She thought. Mossface rolled around in some damp ferns to cover her scent. Her black paws carried her in the tunnel. She saw some cats, their scent heavy with ShadowClan's sickening smell. Their backs were to Mossface, thank StarClan, but she could still see the cats inside – including Rabbitleg. Mossface silently gasped. The cat's she had known all her life, were getting tortured. Legs were being pulled backwards, some being blinded, others getting ears torn off. Mossface could see Swifttalon standing above Rabbitleg, a smirk on her face. Swifttalon's claws unsheathed, and she suddenly struck him across the face. Rabbitleg let out a yelp of pain, blood welling from his face. Swifttalon chuckled at Rabbitleg's pain. Mossface let out a soft hiss, yet when she did so, a guard spun around to face her. Mossface snarled as the guard leapt at her. Smokefur! She thought, as she looked into the tom's eyes. Smokefur attempted to grab her scruff in his teeth. Mossface growled, and began to roll, trying to free herself. She suddenly felt a paw push on her neck, making Smokefur release, but now there was a paw holding her down. Mossface looked up at the cat, hissing at her. It was Swifttalon.

"Mossface! How nice of you to join us," she meowed. Mossface struggled to breathe as Swifttalon applied pressure to her neck. The she-cat caught the eye of Rabbitleg, his eyes wide. His mouth formed the word 'Mossface', even though he didn't speak.

"I've come back to retrieve the rest of the clan, traitor!" Mossface spat. Swifttalon chuckled.

"What a brave little kitty! Too bad no one will help her!" Swifttalon looked at one of the cats further back in the hole. "Grass!" she called. At that moment, a black and white tom came up to her side. He meowed promptly.

"Yes Swifttalon!"

"Put this filthy rat with the rest of her clan!"

"Yes madam!" With that, Grass padded up to Mossface. He gripped her paw in his jaws, pulling hard. Blood spurred from her paw, hissing angrily. Grass didn't pause for a second, nor did he look back. He pulled Mossface into one of the tunnels, where she smelt the rest of the warriors from ThunderClan. It was pitch black, the tunnel small it could hardly fit a cat in it. When the tunnel widened, Mossface was dropped. Mossface grunted, Grass' scent fading away back down the tunnel.

"Anyone?"

"Mossface!" she spun around to face the voice.

"Feathersong!" Mossface cried loudly. The she-cat attempted to push her nose into her cheek, but couldn't find her – it was too dark to see. Yet the tunnel stunk of crowfood and blood. Feathersong didn't seem like herself. A small beam of moonlight shone through a hole in the top of the cave, the only source of light in the area. The tunnel felt dry on her pads, soon seeing some of her clanmates emerging from the light. Mossface's face turned into sadness, her eyes beginning to water. How could her clanmate, make that her friend, do this to the clan? Mossface's sad emotions turned into sudden rage. How could she?! Mossface soon heard Rabbitleg's voice from the dim-lit tunnel. She spun around to run for Rabbitleg.

"Rabbitleg!" Mossface leapt towards him, but didn't land on him incase she would injure him. His purr was rough and hoarse from his pain. Mossface's tongue glided over his cheek fur. Rabbitleg put on a gentle smile. "Thank StarClan you're safe!" she cried. Rabbitleg chuckled.

"I could escape them any day!" Mossface laughed at his little joke. But where they were was not the perfect place for happiness.

"We need to think of a plan." Mossface whispered gently, flicking her tail and waving her paws to motion the rest of her lost clan together. "Any ideas?" No cat made a peep. Mossface sighed. "Okay then. We outnumber them by a few, so once we all gain enough courage, we could either attack their forces, or just attempt to escape."

"That's the most idiotic thing I ever heard!" Swifttalon laughed evilly when she entered their part of the tunnel. "After all, it's not like any of you are going to make it out of here alive." Swifttalon laughed again, seeing all her clanmates widen their eyes, gasps coming from all over the crowd. Mossface, being the most battle fit, had her fur bristled, her lip curled in a silent snarl. Swifttalon's narrowed blue eyes glared down on the ginger she-cat. "Don't try to play hero with me, Mossface. You have no chance."

"What makes you say that?"

"The fact that ThunderClan is full of cowards!" Swifttalon insulted them, with another demonic laugh. Mossface's claws unsheathed.

"Cowards? That wasn't very nice, now was it?"

"I'm not a very nice cat." At this, two cats, both rouges came from behind her to join her. Mossface recognized Grass, who had dragged her to where the other cats were. The other, Mossface wasn't sure who that was. But the she-cat looked strangely familiar from her past. Suddenly, Mossface realized who it was.

"Blacksoul?!" The she-cat narrowed her eyes as she looked down on Mossface. She snorted at her. Swifttalon smiled as Mossface spoke her name.

"Actually, this is Burn." Swifttalon introduced Blacksoul as Burn. Burn flicked her tail, a smirk on her face. Mossface growled at her.

"We loners, rouges, outcasts, have all joined together – it's about time ThunderClan learned a lesson." Swifttalon snarled at the she-cat. Mossface snorted at her.

"Outcast?!" Mossface growled. "You had kits! You had friends!" she continued. "What were you thinking?!" Swifttalon looked at her, her eyes narrowed.

"I never had any true friends. I used them to get ThunderClan to trust me. And my four ki-." Swifttalon was cut off by Mossface.

"Your three kits, you mean. The badgers you sent killed one." Mossface spat at the brown tabby. Swifttalon growled in anger. "Besides, why are you even teaming up with the she-cat who killed your mate?!" Swifttalon looked at Burn, a smirk on her face. The blind she-cat didn't even realize that Swifttalon was staring straight at her.

"Oh yes. I nearly forgot.." with this, Swifttalon launched herself in the air, with silence. Burn was taken by surprise. The she-cat was weak – Swifttalon would always take the food for herself. Burn howled as Swifttalon quickly dug her claws into her chest, Burn continuing to wail in pain. Swifttalon looked very relieved. "Music to my hears." She meowed. She went down to bite at Burn's delicate black face. Burn howled in her pain – she didn't have enough energy to through the tabby off. Mossface only watched. The she-cat didn't want to waste her energy on a cat like Burn. Swifttalon could only smile. "This will show you not to mess with me!" her head dove down to her neck, clamping on tight to the black she-cat. Burn yowled, her forepaws flailing in the air. Swifttalon continued to hold on, her grip getting tighter and tighter. Mossface turned away from them – she couldn't watch, no matter how much she hated Burn. Swifttalon suddenly just clamped together, Burn's yowl being cut off. Swifttalon raised her head, licking the scarlet blood off of her lips. The she-cat got off of Burn, looking back to Mossface and the rest of the ThunderClan warriors.

"You wouldn't want that to happen to you, would you?" Swifttalon threatened them. She then flicked her tail, and began to leave, with Grass following. She looked back to the ThunderClan cats. "There's your supper." She growled at them, turning away again. Swifttalon soon left with Grass at her side, the carcass of Burn beginning to smell already. Mossface looked at the ThunderClan cats.

"If we're being treated like this, we have to leave." Mossface meowed to them. "We're not cannibals." She looked back at the body of Burn, and then back to her clan. Rabbitleg shook his head.

"With our wounds, we'd never be able to make it." Rabbitleg looked sadly up to Mossface from where he lay. "There's no way out that we'd be able to fit in." he added. Mossface thought for a little while.

"Maybe we can dig a hole." Gasps came from among the clan. Feathersong shook her head, her blue eyes wide.

"Dig a hole?! We can't dig a hole! That'd take too long, and they'd find out about it!" she protested. Mossface looked at her.

"It's a chance to get out." She meowed simply. Mossface moved over to one of the walls of the cave-tunnel. She tapped the side of it. Seems dry. She thought. She looked up. The hole that had given a small beam of moonlight as way to high for any of the cats to reach, so that idea wasn't good. Digging a new hole was probably the best idea. She looked back at the cats held hostage. "Who here can dig well?" she asked them.

"I might be able to help." Then, a rouge padded into the cave-tunnel. Mossface was instantly hostile to the tom. She began to growl, but she noticed that the rouge's voice wasn't hostile at all. "My name is Tree," he meowed. "I'm only here because my brother, Grass, wished to do so." Tree added. "I'll be willing to help." Tree put a soft smile on his face. Mossface wasn't very trusting of this tom, but he offered his help anyway. The brown tom went beside Mossface. "What's the plan?" he asked.

"We plan to dig a hole to escape." Mossface told him in a quiet whisper. Tree nodded. He and Mossface soon began to dig. They continued to dig, others slowly coming to help them. Feathersong stood beside Mossface, flank-to-flank with the pale ginger she-cat. Feathersong's gray fur was getting dirty with the dirt that flew up from her paws. Soon, the hole began to grow and grow. The hole in the wall began to curve upward, so Tree, Mossface, and Feathersong moved into the hole to continue their digging.