A/N- I'm not going to keep saying, "She translated," and so on; I will just say, he/she said. Just assume that Snowkit knows what they are saying, because he must have learned to read the lips of cats in ThunderClan. ;)
Snowkit batted a ball of moss between his paws. He saw the brown and black tom, that Valley had said was named Rook, saying something to the other cats in the clearing. There was a large brown tabby with gleaming gold eyes, a grey and black tom with nervous blue eyes, and a silver tabby with dainty white paws. The brown she cat-Valley- translated to him, mouthing the words.
"A quarter moon ago, I and Valley came upon a kit by a dead hawk. The hawk, we presumed, was killed by an arrow from the humans. But the kit was alive, barely so; it lost much blood." The tom paused, and Valley paused in her translations. The brown tabby with gold eyes flicked his ears and said something- "That's Hawk-" "Where did he come from? Does he plan to stay? And who is he?" Snowkit wanted to yowl. I'm Snowkit! I'm from ThunderClan and I want to go back!
Rook ended the meeting. He sat in the center of the clearing, flicking his tail thoughtfully. Finally he rose to his paws and padded over to Snowkit. He touched his tail to Snowpaw, and said, "I think you should know the history of us..."
"We are, in a sense, a loyal tribe of cats. There is me- I am the leader; Valley, my mate and the healer, though she can fight. Leaf, she is the silver and white she cat, is a fighter. Hawk is a fighter, and so is the gray and silver tom; his name is Rain. He is not the bravest but he has a good heart. That is our group; we call ourselves the Freecats."
He paused, and a fierce glimmer entered his green eyes.
"Then, Snowkit, there is the Pack. They are fierce, ruthless, led by a cat called Adder. She has been attacking us for moons now, and we lost a cat a moon ago called Fleet by Adder's own paw. She has the same amount of fighters as us... but she will do anything, and she will spill blood to get us if need be." He sighed. "I grow weary of this bloodshed. Soon, one of us will win, and one will die. I fear for my cats. Because this is more than petty battle. This is war."
Snowkit shook his head, and he tried to speak. "Who're Adder's cats?"
Rook nodded. "She has a healer, Nightingale, and fighters- Falcon, Lightning, and Rumble." Suddenly a chocolate she cat laid her tail on Rook's paw. "Let him rest, my dear. He probably doesn't knw what you said, he is deaf." As he drifted off into dreams, Rook's words rang through his head. This is more than battle. This is war.