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FLINTCLAW POV: FORMER RIVERCLAN CAMP. IT STILL EXISTS! YAY!

"Oh-oh," the tabby muttered, blinking his eyes open. "That one is definitely going to leave a mark." He looked over to Sparkfur, her once-wet thick fur stuck into clumps, and stained with dark crimson blood. "Sparkfur? Are you okay?" She didn't stir.

A deep, strange anger began to fill in his stomach, one he'd never felt before, even when Reedfoot, a kit at the time, had told him he looked like a she-cat with his bright blue eyes and fluffy tail. Flintclaw jumped to his paws, ears flattened against his head in fury. He didn't care when his shoulder wound reopened. He called out, "Alright! Which one of you hurt my friend?"

It sounded very comical as he spoke, because no one was around. But he had a feeling there were cats. Many cats. After his yowl had echoed into nothingness, three dozen cats, maybe more, melted from the trees and ferns. Small tabbies, large tortoiseshells, broad-shouldered oranges, muscular-legged silvers, and long-clawed browns emerged, hissing, to surround Flintclaw and unconscious Sparkfur.

One gray tabby, much like himself but much larger in stature and strength, parted the group to stand with his golden eyes boring into his blue ones. Suddenly struck with an idea, Flintclaw's eyes meandered to the tom's shoulder. "That would be me," said the tabby gruffly.

Pretending to be blind, Flintclaw's eyes snapped to the source of the noise, but searched his face as if it were meaningless. "You're going to pay."

"Ha!" yowled a tortoiseshell, her face creased into a laugh. "Says a blind cat!" Flintclaw automatically looked in her general direction, his eyes narrowing.

"I may not be able to see," he lied in a snarl, advancing, "but I can hear and smell better than any of you fools." The unwise tortoiseshell took a step forward, baring her teeth.

Flintclaw launched himself upon the cat, screaming, "Avenge! Avenge! Avenge!" The pair slashed and tumbled, shrieking and howling, across the clearing. Finally the tom came out on top, his shoulder cuts bleeding heavily, but with the daintier tortoiseshell beneath him, eyes wide, blood covering her body.

"Kingbird!" gasped an orange tom, running to her aid.Flintclaw hopped off of her, shook himself free of dust, and began walking to the river that flowed nearby.

A hushed murmuring began as they watched the "blind" tom splash into the water without a fear of being swept away as he "could not see". When Flintclaw heard a dull moan rise up, he jumped out of the water in a frenzied manner and darted to Sparkfur's side.

Her glowing amber eyes opened and she groaned as she tried to sit up. "What happened, Flintclaw?" she meowed.

Flintclaw muttered in her ear to pretend he was blind, and then said, "A few pawfuls of rowdy cats attacked us. I don't know what happened to Ravenpaw and Barley."

"Uh, Flintclaw, we're over here." He turned to see the two toms being flanked by six cats. They were unharmed, just looked frightened. "Don't come over here. They'll hurt you—mrrow!"

One hugely large brown she-cat cast Barley a venomous glare and pierced his skin with her claws, saying nothing. Barley immediately shut up and looked at the ground.

"You see? I am not weak because I am blind," Flintclaw meowed. "I know that she-cat has hurt Barley. I know that she has placed her paw on his flank and pricked his skin with her claws. I know that if Ravenpaw makes one move to help him, he will be attacked."

The mousebrained cats muttered in wonder as the "blind" tom told of what he "didn't see, but saw". Flintclaw turned from the two prisoners and looked at Sparkfur, who was yawning and rolling her eyes.

"Now…tell me, who are you?" he meowed to the cats.

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JAYLEAF POV: MEDICINE CAT'S DEN

Although Jayleaf was a wise-cracking tom with a bad attitude, he had to admit he felt pity for the two cats in the medicine cat's den. Redstar had taken a nasty blow in the back of the neck and was still out cold, but Brook had been nailed in the head and was awake. Brook looked rather silly with a cobweb bandage around her head and tied off near her cheek. Redstar, however, wasn't much better, with cobwebs tied around his neck.

"Ohhh…" Redstar groaned, opening his eyes. Jayleaf called to Leafpool that he was awake. "What…happened?"

"What happened?!" Jayleaf meowed. "A JaggedClan rock clunked you in the neck, that's what happened." Brook had to muffle a laugh as Leafpool walked in.

"I don't know, Redstar," she sighed to her great-nephew. "JaggedClan was never much of a problem before. I didn't think it would matter they existed, as long as they didn't bother us, but…they've returned stronger than us. Bumblebee and Mousepelt saw the Clan. They say the Clan has grown larger than all of ThunderClan!"

Jayleaf nodded. "Don't forget, they saw horrible things. Deadkit—I mean, Deaddust was biting and clawing his 'mate'. I don't understand why she doesn't rally up some cats and kill him. She looked like she hated to be there."

Redstar sighed and winced as the blind apprentice began taking off his bandage. "Well, if I recall right, Onestar did say something about JaggedClan a few seasons back." They motioned for him to go on. "Well, he said he'd had Heatherwhisper and Breezeclaw go to spy. Breezeclaw heard that Deaddust said to his mate, 'If you leave, your kits will be killed.' Everyone knows that mothers care about their kits more than anything else."

Brook put in, "Back at the Tribe, we had heard of a JaggedClan. We didn't know about you at the time, so we were glad when they left and moved farther away down the mountains." She shrugged. "I was a kit at the time."

Jayleaf looked confused. "Then that would mean JaggedClan was older than Deaddust!"

Redstar nodded. "Yes. JaggedClan has actually existed long before we moved to the lake. A spy confirmed that."

They both stared at him. "You never sent a spy."

"I know," he said. "Firestar did."

Brook, her eyes glittering with puzzlement, meowed, "Who did he send?"

"Brambleclaw."

"What?" Leafpool exploded. "Brambleclaw was killed by a fox! There was no way!"

"Ah," Redstar mewed, "but there was." He began to explain how, secretly, Firestar had noticed JaggedClan's actions. Brambleclaw, knowing of the secret, had volunteered to spy. Grudgingly, Firestar allowed him. Just before Brambleclaw's death, he'd returned and told him all that Firestar—and Redstar—knew about JaggedClan. Then the evil Clan had appeared, overpowering Brambleclaw, who by that time was back on his way to spy, and viciously murdered him.

"He'd never been attacked by a fox," Jayleaf processed in awe.

"Does Squirrelflight know?" Leafpool asked, thinking of how her sister must have, or would, feel.

"No." The three cats glared at him. "Firestar thought it was best! And if we told her now, she'd be so angry she'd launch out toward JaggedClan without thinking and get herself killed." Leafpool sighed and nodded in agreement.

Jayleaf felt a sickening feeling. His father had been killed, not by a fox, but JaggedClan! A flame began to form in each of his useless blue-gray eyes. Hiding his fury in a pile of upset tansy petals, he began to form the upright pile again, devising a plan.

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RAVENPAW POV: RIVERCLAN CAMP

The black tom cast a look at Nuthatch, the gray tom who'd hurt Sparkfur. Right now Flintclaw and the tabby she-cat were sharing tongues, and the tom was being exceptionally tender around her back, where she'd been attacked. Barley leaned over to him and muttered, "Looks like Flintclaw's got—" Before he could finish, Oriole, Kingbird's mate, yowled to gather the cats and prisoners.

Ravenpaw stood up and headed to the patch of reeds where Oriole was retreating from to let a large black tom sit. Flintclaw, still pretending to be blind, let Sparkfur guide him with her tail to the meeting place.

The black tom meowed, "We all know we have prisoners." The cats nodded. "So, I think we should name them."

The brown she-cat who'd pricked Barley called out, "But, Towhee, they do have names." Towhee cast her a glowering look.

"Fine, Siskin. We'll hear their names, see if they sound stupid, and then name them."

Siskin nodded. Ravenpaw thought, they're all named after birds! How strange!

"I'm Barley," said the black-and-white tom.

"Ravenpaw," he meowed.

"Sparkfur."

"Flintclaw," the 'blind' tom mewed.

"Well, they are all stupid," said Siskin in amazement, obviously thinking they wouldn't be.

"Hmm—okay, you, Barley, are now Caracara." Barley looked insulted.

"Uh, Ravenpaw, you're Anhinga." Is that even a bird? Where do they get these names?! Ravenpaw screamed in his head.

"You, Blind-cat, Flintclaw, are Titmouse." Lucky you! You get one that has 'mouse' in it.

"And finally, Sparkfur, your new name is Cardinal." Ravenpaw could see her face scrunch in disgust and her eyes blaze in anger, but she said nothing. Yes, Cardinal is a pretty mousebrained name.

The four cats regrouped and put their heads together. "Anhinga!" gasped Ravenpaw in horror. "What do they think I am, a piece of foxdung without sense? A dog?"

"What on earth is a Caracara?" snarled Barley.

"Hush," Sparkfur growled. They all looked at her in amazement. "We're going to have to call each other that until we're free. This is the only way we'll stay alive. If you haven't noticed, these 'broods' aren't exactly small."

"Hey! Titmouse!" called Kingbird. Flintclaw looked up. "Congrats. Towhee thinks your fighting skills would be good for the Team."

"Team of what?" asked Barley.

"Silly Caracara. The Team that we use to recruit kittypets until we're ready to move to the lake."

Flintclaw and Sparkfur's eyes locked in horror. The lake?