On with Chapter 4. This has another surprise twist. This is also the first time that we visit StarClan in the story.

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Here is Chapter 4! Don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I own Mario Kart DS, but not Warriors I am afraid!

At the start, we are in Tallstar's POV, and then we switch to Squirrelflight!

Chapter 4: Uproar

StarClan was in disarray. How could something like this affect the whole of such a normally stable band of spirits? There were the cats that thought they should be punished heavily for everything they have brought on the Clans. They have seen what will happen in the near future. They know what's going to happen if they don't leave well enough alone.

I am part of the other side of StarClan that believes that they should be given a chance. I know that life in the forest could completely change because of the beleaguered lovers, but who said that what they do will be for the worse?

"Cats of StarClan, gather beside the Moonpool for a meeting!"

Oh no, Bluestar's called a meeting. She's very passionate about exterminating the whole project by bringing everything possible on the questing cats.

"Cats, we cannot carry on having a civil war between ourselves. This will get us nowhere! We need to decide what is best for all cats around the lake.

"We need to decide that this new 'Clan' will not happen. It is against the warrior code in my opinion, and even if it's not, then how can we govern them if they are in different skies?"

"We can extend our hunting grounds," called Feathertail at the back. "They don't deserve to be shunned like that. And there are no ancestors looking over those skies. Why can't we?"

Half of the cats on my skies, including me, raised the voices and tail in approval. Bluestar waved for silence angrily.

"How can you think that this….Clan," she spat out 'Clan' "can ever even be watched by our warriors."

"Quite easily, Bluestar!" I found myself shouting words that I never thought of before, right in the face of the greatest ever dead leader.

"Oh really, Tallstar?" She snarled right back at me. "And how do you propose we do that? Magic up some territory? There are some things that not even StarClan are capable of doing!"

"Well, we have to try! I won't give up without a fight!" And with that I walked calmly from the clearing that so many eyes were focusing on. For once, it was raining in StarClan. It only rained when the cats of StarClan were in uproar.

Suddenly, a huge shuffling came from behind me. The whole group of cats that had supported me were following me out of the clearing. This can happen! I thought, but I did have my doubts. What if Bluestar was right? What if there was no way that we could watch this new Clan.

I looked up. The half-moon was hung in the sky above the clouds that were pouring rain onto the sacred hunting grounds of StarClan. Then, I remembered! It's the Medicine Cat Gathering tonight, I thought in horror. Bluestar's going to convince that something very bad will happen. We must get back!

"Gather!" I called urgently to my cats. They huddled around me, understanding that something was needed to be said fast!

"Tonight is the half-moon, and Bluestar will no doubt say something about the questing cats and us. We must get back and tell them about what has happened."

We ran back to the Moonpool where only the cats that were going to talk to the medicine cats.

"Think about what you are going to do!" I called to the startled spirits. "You could make more damage in telling whatever you are going to tell." The cats just shrugged and dived into the communication pool. It's too late! I feared what can we do?

-x-

I woke up in a large cave with lichen walls draping between each next or two. Where am I? I thought, but then I remembered. We were in the gorge's warrior den. Brambleclaw was still snoring like thunder, so I got up silently and walked out to the clearing and found Crowfeather sat outside his den.

"Morning, Leafpool!" he called over. Now that he had Leafpool, he was much more sociable with his friends and he didn't bite your head of for saying something silly. I walked over to the grey-black-blue cat.

"Have long have you been up?" I asked. I noticed with a look to the sky that it was already sunhigh, and the newleaf rays hit us pleasurably as we soaked up the warmth in the middle of the clearing.

"Meh, not long," he replied. "It was a long night last night".

I agreed with him when Stormfur came through the temporary entrance with two thrushes and a vole. The hunting must be very good round here.

"Hi, Stormfur!" I called over. He just simply nodded as he put his prey at the side of the clearing to form a small fresh-kill pile.

"If we stay here, we'll definitely have enough to live on. There is prey running everywhere. I have only explored as far as fifty fox-lengths, but there's prey all over the place."

"That's great! It wonderful place to start a Clan…"Crowfeather stared up to the blue sky in wonder.

By this time, Brambleclaw had walked outside into the fresh air. He came up to me and licked my cheek.

"Morning, Squirrelflight!" Brambleclaw said happily after finishing grooming my fur.

"Good morning, Brambleclaw!" I greeted him back. "You were sleeping like a hibernating hedgehog, so I let you sleep".

"Well, the moss is quite comfy in there…"he defended himself poorly as he looked up to the sky. "It is already sunhigh?" he asked.

"Well, last night was a long one," I said back. "Shall we go hunting? Stormfur says that they prey is begging to be caught."

"Okay, it's sunhigh. The prey will all be out after their hibernation period, collecting food for newleaf".

We walked out of the camp, looking for any sort of life scurrying around along the dusty ground. We didn't even have to go five pawsteps. A small squirrel was busy collecting a store of nuts, completely oblivious to the fluffy ginger cat behind it. Here's my chance!

Using the age-old ThunderClan technique, I crouched into the 'hunting position' and ever so lightly padded forward. One step at a time. It was still there, continuing to pick up acorns. Then, just as I was a single mouse-tail from me, it saw the fluffy cat that was stalking it. It went to run up the tree-trunk, but my reactions were too quick for it, and swiped it up in the air. It let out a small death-squeak as I slashed through its fur and it fell to the ground. I let out a purr of satisfaction. Stormfur's right. It really is easy to catch prey around here!

I managed to catch three sparrows, two mice and another squirrel. Brambleclaw had similar luck and managed to catch five pieces of prey.

The sun was setting in the sky when we got out. Tawnypelt had brought her kits out to play in the sandy clearing. They mewled excitedly as they through a small moss ball around the space.

"We brought more prey back!" I shouted out to the rest of the group.

Calls of "More food", "Yum Yum!" and "I'm starving" came from the cats in the gorge, while me and Brambleclaw put the prey on the respectable prey-pile.

We sat in circle eating the prey that we had caught today, eating happily amongst our friends properly since we last the Great Journey.

After eating, we just sat watching the sun set. Brambleclaw and I had sat at the back of the clearing, watching the psychedelic sky turn orange, then red, then a sort of reddy-purple.

Suddenly, a yowl came from the top of the gorge.

"It's you!"

TO BE CONTINUED

IMMEDIATELY!

"Ravenpaw?" we said in unison.

"Yes, it's me, Ravenpaw. I brought Barley with me too," Barley nodded weakly. It seemed that the old black-and-white loner never got over leaving BloodClan's masses, moons ago.

"What are you doing here?" questioned Brambleclaw.

"We were on our way back from visiting ThunderClan. The forest back home is devastated –" Ravenpaw stopped as everyone gasped.

"Continue," Crowfeather prompted.

"Well anyway, we had just been to the lake and we smelt some familiar cats walking a completely different way from where the Clans were. That's how we found you; by tracking you".

There was a silence, which was the first time we noticed that there was another newcomer; he didn't seem all that well: his fur was bedraggled; he walked with a slight limp and he didn't seem that old.

"Who's the newcomer?" I asked, my bushy tail pointing to the scruffy tom.

"Oh, him? That's Stone. He's got a great personality, but he's been in many scrapes as a loner. So we let him journey with us," Barley piped up, which was the first and probably the last time he had spoken all evening.

"Oh, the poor thing!" exclaimed an uncharacteristically sympathetic Tawnypelt. "He needs care and fast!"

"You're right!" agreed Leafpool behind her. "Will it be alright if you share the nursery tonight?"

"Not at all, Leafpool" Tawnypelt soothed the grey tom, his normally dull amber eyes flashing with newfound happiness.

Focus switched back to Ravenpaw and Barley.

"So what are you doing here anyway?" the sleek, jet black tom asked us.

Crowfeather recounted the story for what seemed like the umpteen millionth time over the last two days. I yawned and started to clean my one white paw. Brambleclaw looked asleep already. I snapped back to the conversation when Crowfeather had finished.

"So are you off to the barn now?" I asked the pair.

"Uhh…" Ravenpaw and Barley looked at each other uneasily.

"Well Squirrelflight, the thing is, the barn also got destroyed by the Twoleg monsters. Luckily, Greystripe and his kittypet friend Millie were sheltering with us at the time, so we all managed to get away. Greystripe wanted to go back to ThunderClan. Unluckily for us, it seemed like we were intruders to the Clan cats, so we've ran out of options".

"You know full well that you can stay here with us. Help us build our Clan. We really would appreciate it," Crowfeather pressed.

"We couldn't impose…" Ravenpaw fretted.

"It's not imposing; it's being part of our Clan. We'd love it if you were part of the Clan," Stormfur persuaded.

"Barley?" Ravenpaw asked his friend.

"I'm staying with you. I'd never survive on my own!"

"Well, we're in then!" Ravenpaw confirmed, a smile escaping from his tired face.

We all cheered. Another two cats for our Clan! As I followed Brambleclaw into the den, I kept on thinking about that last two day's events. I still hope StarClan are watching us… I followed Brambleclaw into our nest area and led beside him. I was happy.

So that is Chapter 4! This was a lot of fun to write, because I had all the NP Characters! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! Don't forget to do my poll on my profile page, and remember to also read my 'After Sunrise: Crowfeather's Flight' fic. And remember:

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