He crept trough WindClan territory, peering into the camp.
Gone.
Stormtuft arrived at the gathering island with Lightfur, Darkwing, Larkwing, Trueheart, Bushstrike, and Tigerfall. Stormtuft padded next to Tigerfall, sitting next to the tom quietly.
"Hello." Tigerfall meowed, shuffling his paws and looking over at his leader. He sighed. Tigerfall had always been a little shy, but Stormtuft never saw him like this. Perhaps the young warrior was just dazzled. A loud yowl broke out as he saw Littlestar yowling at the rock.
The gathering had begun. Littlestar gave her chest fur a few licks before turning her eyes back to the cats. "ThunderClan is all well, but prey is growing scarcer. I believe this is the work of WindClan." Yowls of protest broke out from the WindClan cats. Littlestar let it go on for a few more moments before she raised her tail for silence. "This is because one of my warriors, Stormtuft, had found a pile of rabbit bones that smelled of WindClan. She turned to Daisystar, the elderly she's eyes widened with shock.
"WindClan are not traitors!" She yowled. The neck fur on Daisystar's neck bristled. Stormtuft quietly purred, having a quick glance to Tigerfall. The young warrior's fur was bristling. Good.. It was coming together yet again. There would be a war. He thought. "ThunderClan has nothing else to share." Littlestar snuck a quick glance to Berrystar, the leader of ShadowClan. "Ahem, ShadowClan has scented a fox near the border. A queen named Viperfang has given birth to two healthy kits, Turtlekit and Adderkit. Prey is plentiful, and all seems to be going well."
Berrystar stepped down and looked over to Mudstar, the leader of RiverClan. He was scrawny and hesitant to speak. "Uh-uh... RiverClan has... Twolegs are poisoning the river, and due to a recent clash with rogues, we have many w-w-wounds... Prey is.. scarce and... uh, that's all." Mudstar stepped down, leaving Daisystar. "WindClan has been well, no drama has been going on, prey is very plentiful, and Mudstar, we can help you if you want." The dark brown tom purred as the first rays of dawn were in the sky.
When they arrived back, Stormtuft padded over to the Warriors Den and sat next to it. Tomorrow, I will steal more prey. We will have a war, and ThunderClan will be weakened and dazed. The thoughts pondered his mind softly as he sat next to Tigerfall. He gave the tom a few licks to his cheek, before settling down. He purred.
It was all coming together.
