I opened my eyes to the sun glaring into them as it rose above the trees. I jolted up into a sitting position, as I began to blink until my eyes adjusted to the morning light. Dew coated the ground, while a cool breeze ruffled the fur of many Clan cats around the clearing as they awaited the sun's return to the purpley-blue sky above. I let my gaze wander from cat to cat as I let my thoughts do the same.

It hadn't been long since I'd seen Sparrowpaw and Darkfur's battle-It was only the night before after all-But you could never tell by looking at the two. Darkfur had been unharmed, it wasn't unusual that he would look normal, but the apprentice Sparrowpaw didn't look any worse than he had when I'd first seen him, though he may be a bit paler now. I let my eyes close a moment to let my thoughts calm before I opened them again, in hopes of focusing hard enough to see the slightest scratch on the young tom, but I gazed on and on, only to see nothing, his pelt was normal...

"Stop that Stormkit, you're going to hurt your neck,"

I heard the teird mew from behind me as I gazed on, before slowing turning to glance over my shoulder at the giver of the voice. Sunpelt, of course. She lay in the nursery with my sleeping siblings, but had obviously just awoken, I could tell in her tone. For a few moments I gave the golden-pelted tabby a confused look, before my brain awoke from whatever idiotic brain-nap it had taken, and realised I had been cranning my neck forward towards Sparrowpaw and the dark-pelted Darkfur as I had tried to find the slightest mark. I retracted my neck, before I heard a rustling in the camp entrance-The dawn patrol returning, perhaps? The dawn patrol hadn't gone out long ago, I had awoken to watch them leave, they couldn't be back already... Something must be wrong!

My fur fluffed up, and others began to giggle as they noticed me, and for a while, I gave them each confused and irritated glances, before I hopped over-Or more into-A puddle, gazing down to realise I looked like one of those little puff-things twolegs pad in some sort of sand-like powder, then on they're faces. I shook my pelt down as the patrol padded through the bush-made tunnel of the camp entrance. The patrol was made of four cats-As always. One apprentice and three warriors. On this chosen patrol, Mousepelt himself had chosen to lead it, matched with the two warriors Duststorm and Willowleaf, along with Willowleaf's tabby apprentice Oakpaw. Normally that would be all, but there were two other cats in the patrol... One I knew, it was Ravenwing, the small medicine cat of NightClan, which was no surprize, she often left with the patrols to collect herbs; She had what appeared to be Catmint, or Catnip, in her black-furred jaws this time, but the other was a tom... One I didn't recognize...

The tom was tall, but somewhat smaller than Longpaw. He was black-furred, a tabby, and his eyes were green. He wore a blue-collar around his neck, but it had been torn and clawed at no doubt, which was odd, most Twolegs would replace a tattered collar, but maybe his hasn't, if he was a kittypet. He had a small tear in his other ear, but he didn't seem to have trouble moving of anything else. The only white spot on him was the small dash on his chest, everywhere else was black. He, unlike most of the Clan cats here, wasn't smiling, he didn't seem to have any emotion showing on his face, if he had any emotions to begin with, he was very good at hiding them.. But something about this tom sent shivers down my spine, though I couldn't guess why...

I watched as the tom gave an irritated mumble about something, but I couldn't quite catch what he'd said... Whatever it was, it had angered the cats on the patrol-Or at least Mouspelt-Enough to make the small tom deputy growl and snap at the tom, something I couldn't hear, but it appeared to silence the blue-collared tom.

I watched as the black pelt of Cinderstar stepped out of the rocky den she had been given to greet the patrol. I listened closely as I heard Cinderstar let out a soft purr as she spoke to the black tabby tom,

"So we're finally caught you, Keegan."

She brought her muzzle close to his as if to tease his freedom before him, but despite the fear others may show at the mercy of another, he growled and snapped at her muzzle, as if in a hope of biting it off to keep her from opening her mouth once more, but the black she-cat leader only pulled back slightly with an amused purr as she watched him, as if he were about to attack, but he stood growling, though the lust for battle shone in his eyes brightly. Finally, Cinderstar mewed,

"Your not getting away this time. Theif."

Note: Keegan is actually the main character in the next RavenwingStories story, after Scourge Reborn is completed.

Theif?

I repeated in my head the word of Cinderstar as the patrol began to nudge Keegan-Or at least that appeared to be his name-Towards an un-used den in the corner of the camp. In a Clan, what could another steal besides prey and herbs? Both were imported though, perhaps the pride in catching him was understandable... But I still had to find out, maybe he was innocent... I shook my head as I let my mind wander once again. I was suppose to be watching over Sparrowpaw-As weird as it sounded for a kit to watch over an apprentice-Not be getting distracted! Maybe if I was lucky, Sparrowpaw would visit Keegan out of curiosity, but the chance of that was slim to none..

As the sun rose above the trees, sending shinning lights of warmth down on the morning-dew covered grass of the camp, more and more of the Clan began to appear from the warm dens, weather it was out of curiosity for the captured loner, or just to grab a bite before training, more and more appeared. I glanced over at the apprentices den, hoping to see the apprentices speaking and having fun as a Clan would normally be, but the only two apprentices speaking were Tangledpaw and Longpaw. Sparrowpaw was sitting in silence beside the black she-cat Moonpaw as Darkfur growled something at him. Though I was sure it had nothing to do with Moonpaw, she didn't move, but she didn't seem surprized by Darkfur's anger... Maybe Sparrowpaw had done something wrong?

Darkfur turned and padded away from the two young apprentices, Moonpaw mewed something I couldn't catch softly to Sparrowpaw, before she two left him alone. The apprentice turned and padded into the den Keegan was being kept in. With a closer glance, a growl began in my throat as I watched Sparrowpaw limp into the den.

Yeah, maybe Sparrowpaw did something wrong, I growled to myself in my head as I darted after Sparrowpaw into the den. When Darkfur becomes leader of StarClan!