I was snoozing in my den, finally not bothered by pesky Clanmates, when I heard a thump outside of the reeds.

I slowly got up, trying not to crackle the dry moss in my nest. I peeked in a sneaky hole I have hidden in the side of my reed entrance, and then I saw her.

Icefeather. With more than a few warriors of WhiteClan.

Since the warriors den is connected to my den, I slithered through the tunnel and woke up a couple warriors on the way to Mallowtail. I'm admittedly clumsy, and I stepped on more than a few tails. "Sorry!" I whispered to Sparrowpelt, who groaned when I stepped on the middle of his tail. 'Mallowtail, Mallowtail," I whispered urgently. She immediately woke up, saw me, and padded out of the den back to my leader's den. She's much more graceful than I am. She didn't disturb one cat.

Mallowtail is my Battle leader. She is in charge of the warriors whenever we fight a battle with WhiteClan, or with anyone, for that matter. I take her to the back of my den, where no one can hear us, and tell her to immediately wake up all the warriors and initiate a stealthy battle on the WhiteClan warriors in our camp. She's an amazing fighter-she's learned to fight even without the sure steadiness that comes from a real tail-and a good predictor-it's like she knows where the enemy will go before they do.

Now that I think about it, WhiteClan and BlackClan are built much differently than the Clans of old. We still have patrols and borders, a fresh-kill pile, assements, naming ceremonies (a couple more ceremonies at that!), and Gatherings-but those usually don't end well. However, there are two teams of cats; most cats are warriors. Around five are medicine cats with one of them being the medicinal leader. It's kind of like having two smaller Clans inside of each Clan. There usually are two or three cantankerous elders, and some mothers with kits. The kits are safely housed at the most protected part of the camp, under a fallen tree reinforced with mud, brambles, and sharpened sticks. The camps are much smaller, as we have been downsized and cramped because of the Twolegs' new houses being built.

The tension between WhiteClan and BlackClan are running high constantly, because of Icefeather. I would have been happy to let her and her Clan live, but no-o, she has to be leader of everything, and fight everyone.

There is another warrior in BlackClan that I am very close to. Her name is Flametail, and she's even clumsier than I am. Some cats call her hyperactive. She couldn't catch a butterfly if it snared itself on her claw, but she doesn't really care. She's defensive, yet fun to be around. Just watch out if she's in a bad mood. She doesn't hesitate to lash out.

There are many –tails in BlackClan. No one knows why. Shrewheart insisted on naming five or six warriors with –tail.

I slip out of the sneaky hole, ready to do battle with my sister in the latest of skirmishes.

Something tells me this is more than just a battle.

Something tells me this is the battle.