I lied! I wanted to write more! So here you go! Super long chapter (I hope)! Thanks for reading and please R&R! I also want to tell you all the read Infernal Devices! It's sooooo good and the final book is coming out in March! Read and message me to tell me what you think!

Tigerstar slipped into the twoleg nest. He absolutely hating being in these horrible cramped places, but he had to. These kittypets were his key to destroying the clan cats. He spotted a dark gray shape sleeping in those soft and artificial beds. He padded up to the gray shape. The cat raised his head, his yellow eyes widened in alarm.

"Who are you?" His voice shook in fear.

"Don't be scared, Smoky." Tigerstar meowed with amusement. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"How do you know my name?" Smoky chattered.

"You don't need to know that. All you need to know is that without me, you'll be in danger."

"How…? My housefolk are very protective!" He protested.

"Without me, your housefolk will die."

"Liar!"

"Why would I lie about that?" Tigerstar hid his impatience

"How can my housefolk die?"

"They can. And to protect yourself and them, you must come with me."

"But…. Alright. Is there food?"

Tigerstar was extremely pleased. This kittypet was easy to persuade, and the others should be too. "Of course there is." He assured. "Come with me."

"Well," Smoky looked longingly at his bed. "Alright…" He sighed and followed Tigerstar out of the nest.

"Graystar! The dawn patrol has returned." Wetclaw yowled. The RippleClan leader padded wearily out of his den. He was looking frailer than usual. Graystar had just lost two lives battling greencough. Hawkpaw looked at him with concern. Graystar wasn't his kin, but he was a noble leader who had sacrificed a lot for his clan. The old RippleClan leader joined his deputy beneath the hanging reeds outside his den. Cinderclaw padded up to them. They talked in hushed voices, and Hawkpaw saw Graystar's expression grow dark.

"Hawkpaw, we're going hunting!" Rosefur meowed. She had been Hawkpaw mentor since, well, the incident with Whitewater.

"Coming!" He cried and dashed towards the patrol, slipping on some slippery reeds. He didn't see that Mudpaw and Flutterpelt were also there. Mudpaw purred with amusement.

"Gee, Hawkpaw. I didn't know that you also liked swimming in mud."

Hawkpaw shook his pelt to get rid of the smelly mud. It stunk of rotten fish. Rosefur shook her head. Both she and Flutterpelt seemed impatient. To be honest, the entire clan seemed impatient. Hawkpaw stopped and waited. Then Rosefur flicked her tail and they headed for the river. They stomped through wet reeds and swampy puddles. When they finally arrived at the river, it was over flooded. The water's edge was five fox-tails beyond the usual bank line. They parked along the rocks and sat rigid as they waited for the fish. Hawkpaw sat patiently as he waited. Then, a flash of silver appeared in the murky water. Hawkpaw's claws flashed out, his natural reflexes taking control. The fish flew through the air, landing on one of the rocks with a soft thud. He unsheathed his claws, and sliced the fish open. He looked around, hoping someone had seen his kill. Much to his disappointment, everyone was paying attention to the water. He turned back to the water and jumped. A black shape was taking shape in the water. It looked like a cat, killing another cat! Hawkpaw blinked and tried to refocus on the shape, but it was gone. He shook his head and went back to fishing.

Deadpaw was extremely excited. It was finally time for his assessment. he stretched his back as his mentor, Rockpelt arrived at the training ground. He kneaded his paws impatiently. Rockpelt finally spoke.

"You ready, Deadpaw?"

Deadpaw met his mentor's gaze "I was born ready."

Rockpelt nodded. "Now go. Hunt your best." He turned on his paws and padded away, but Deadpaw knew that he would be watching. He opened his mouth to taste the air, and found a faint scent. There! A fat rabbit was sitting in a sunny patch of grass, nibbling on some flowers. Deadpaw snuck towards it as quietly as possible. Then, the rabbit looked up in alarm, but it was too late. Deadpaw had already jumped upon it and killed it with one bite. The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth.

"I will be the best warrior BreezeClan has ever seen!" He vowed.

Skypaw flopped onto her soft mossy nest. They had just finished battle training, and Thistlepaw had beaten her to pulp. Her legs felt like jelly, and her paws felt like they were about to fall off. Thankfully, Mosspaw padded into the den with fresh-kill, saving Skypaw from even further agonizing pain. Thistlepaw followed her in, a pleased look on his face.

"I told you I'd beat you!" He meowed gleefully.

"Shut up!" Skypaw threw a wad of moss at her brother. Mosspaw ducked back to avoid being hit as the two apprentices started a moss fight. Finally, Mosspaw couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop!" She meowed.

"Sorry sis, just having some fun." Thistlepaw meowed in a very relaxed manner.

"You're getting it all over the food!" Sweeping her tail over the fresh-kill to clean them.

"Hey, guys! Come out! Thornstar cried for a clan meeting!" Pinepelt meowed from outside the den.

Mosspaw groaned "There goes my meal…"

Skypaw nudged her sister. "Come on! This is important!"

Mosspaw unwillingly followed her siblings outside. Thornstar had just started speaking.

"As you know, our patrols have scented rogues inside our borders. At first we dismissed this because they were close to the twolegplace, but lately, the scent has become stronger and deeper in the border." Leaftail drew her new-born kits closer to her "I fear that they will come to our camp, since we have also spotted carcasses. The warriors will do all we can to protect the queens, kits, and elders so please don't worry." He looked at Leaftail.

"Are you going to do something about this?" Flameheart demanded.

"Once we figure out who these cats are, we'll take more action."

"What! We need to take action immediately! These cats are taking our prey and it's leaf-bare!" He protested.

"These are not ordinary rogues! Pinepelt was severely injured when we attacked them. Those are dangerous cats!"

"But…" He was silenced by Thunderstrike, who laid his tail warningly against Flameheart's shoulder.

"Don't worry. We will stop them from gaining our territory and taking our prey." Thornstar reassured them, but the clan still seemed uneasy. Thornstar sighed, and padded back into his den. Skypaw felt a pang of sadness for her mentor. He had always done the best he could for his clan. But this was what he got for being caring and well, hoping the best for FireClan.

"Rogues?" Mosspaw meowed in shock.

Skypaw nodded. "I guess so."

Thistlepaw puffed out his chest. "I will get those nasty rogues!"

Mosspaw snorted "More like the exact opposite."

Thistlepaw narrowed his eyes. "I will! I'm going to be the best warrior ever in FireClan!"

Mosspaw flicked her tail across his face and padded back into the den. Skypaw followed hungry for some food. Luckily, the mouse from earlier was still there and she delved into it without hesitation.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under the Highledge for a Clan meeting!" Featherstar's voice rang through the hills.

Deadpaw gave his chest fur a couple licks. He had passed his assessment with no trouble at all, catching five rabbits. Rockpelt was extremely pleased and had reported to Featherstar straight away. Two warriors helped him carry his kills back to camp.

"Are you ready?" Rockpelt asked him

"Of course."

Rockpelt nodded approvingly, his eyes shining with pride. They both padded over to Highledge. Featherstar flicked her tail at Deadpaw to beckon him. Deadpaw padded up, tail high.

"Rockpelt, is your apprentice ready?" She asked

"He is." Rockpelt assured her.

Featherstar nodded. The entire clan turned towards her.

"I, Featherstar, leader of BreezeClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I comment him to you as a warrior in his turn." She turned, resting her clear green gaze on Deadpaw. "Deadpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Deadpaw met her eyes. "I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Deadpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Deadheart. StarClan honors your courage and you intelligence, and we welcome you as a full warrior of BreezeClan."

Uneasy murmurs rang across the clearing. Why did she name him Deadheart? Yes, he was born with a heart that didn't beat for a few seconds, but he's alive. Deadheart couldn't help but feel a little nagging in his heart.

"Deadheart! Deadheart!" Someone cried. The rest of the clan joined in, though an air of unease still hung over the cats. Deadpaw wondered why Featherstar had named him that. Did she want his heart to be dead, again? No, that can't be. He shook himself from the thought You can't really do a lot with "Dead" can you? It's probably not on purpose…

"Deadheart! You have to sit vigil tonight!" Barkwing meowed

Deadheart nodded and padded toward the entrance. He sat alone, and found himself thinking about, well, thing that he definitely didn't want to think about. He shook his head and refocused thoughts on guarding the camp.

Tigerstar was feeling uneasy. So far, he only found eight kittypets willing to work with him, and killed over ten. Of course, he wasn't feeling bad because he killed so many cats. Kittypets were just weak and stupid creatures, a shame to cats. He needed more cats to raid the clans, but eight really wasn't going to do the job. He reminded himself that if, just if, he could just lead the stupid twolegs that the clan cats were the ones killing their precious playthings, then he could really have revenge. The clan cats have probably forgotten him, which was absolutely wonderful. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold. He shook his head and padded into the twoleg nest. This time, he has to get these cats to join him. There were four cats here, and they will be a great addition to his group.

"What are you doing here?" A voice meowed behind him.

Tigerstar turned around. A big brown tom was facing him, glaring at him with big yellow eyes.

"Hello, I am Tigerstar." He meowed smoothly.

"I don't care if you're the milkman, get out of my house!"

Another cat padded out from a flap in the door. "Who's that, Houston?"

"I don't know, but I'm telling him to get out!"

The cat padded up to Tigerstar. He was annoyed. "Houston's right, you should leave."

Tigerstar hid his impatience. Why aren't these cats afraid of him?

"I want you all to come with me. With me, you can be extremely powerful and have as much food as you want." Tigerstar recited his lines.

"Why? What do you want us to do?" Houston growled.

"Nothing. You will just come with me, and together, we can have whatever we want."

The other cat nudged Houston. "Isn't this what Smoky was talking about before he left?"

Tigerstar saw this as a chance. "Yes. Smoky was wise and chose to join me. He is now extremely powerful and strong, and very well fed."

"Alex, you don't actually believe him do you?" Houston asked "What about Nala and Maggie?"

"They can come with us, I mean, if Smoky went, it must be good."

"I still don't think this is a good idea."

"Let's ask them to see what they think." Alex went back through the flap and soon returned with two more cats. They both had dark gray coats, except one had white patches.

"Who's this?" One asked.

"Nala, this cat wants us to leave and join him." Houston meowed.

"What! No! This s our home!" The other meowed

"But we'll have food and a safe home! Smoky is there too!" Alex meowed

"Smoky? Well, Smoky isn't stupid, he wouldn't leave without thinking…"

"I'll go!" Nala meowed

"Me too!" Alex meowed

Unwillingly, the other she-cat nodded

"What? You all are going to leave with this stranger?" Houston shook his head in disbelief "How could you! Our housefolk are going to be heartbroken!"

"Yes, but don't you want to explore beyond the garden?" Alex meowed.

"Well…." Houston hesitated

"Come on, Houston! We'll be powerful and have a lot of fun!" Maggie meowed happily.

"Okay, fine…"

Tigerstar smirked. He didn't have to do anything, it was easy. If only every other cat will be this easy to convince.

"Well, if you're ready, follow me."

Tigerstar led the four cats out of the nest. Houston looked back at the nest longingly, but followed.

"Hey Cloud." Thumper meowed cheerfully. How's this cat always so cheerful?

"Hi Thumper."

"Did you hear what happened to a bunch of house cats on the east side of town?"

"What?"

"Well, apparently a strange cat appeared in a couple homes and started taking cats away. They say if you refuse he'll kill you!"

"And.."

"Isn't that strange? Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I'm not the strange cat." But Cloud had to admit that it seemed a bit strange. What was happening?

"Of course not! Anyways, just thought you might want to know, since you go out all the time."

"Thanks…" Cloud knew he was truly concerned, but she wasn't used to Thumper acting like this.

"Well, I'm going to the groomers. See ya." He left with his tail high in the air.

Cloud shook her head. This cat will never change.

Tee hee. That was long yay! well, I wish you all a happy holiday! And new year! Please R&R!