Ahh, Hawkfrost's story is soon to be revealed…..

The group of three moved quietly through the forest, aware of every sound they made and every sound made by another cat. Each guarded the other, while they all followed the scent trail that had been left behind.

Flame lifted his tail, pausing his patrol. The scent of Saber and Wolf had grown stronger, and so had Night's. Parting his jaws, he broke into a run and careened into a clearing.

Night was cornered, teeth bared in defiance at the two tracking cats. "I knew you were there," he hissed.

Saber and Wolf took no notice of the sudden appearance of the rest of the group. "You. Are. Coming. With. Us," hissed Saber. Her pelt was bristling with fury, but the strong gleam of desire shown in her blue eyes.

Flame padded up and rested his tail briefly on the furious she-cat's shoulder. She didn't relax, but she seemed to thoroughly glue her paws to the ground. "I want to kill him like he killed Leopardstar!" she hissed very quietly.

Wolf suddenly hissed "Clan cats!" Quickly the patrol disappeared after casting one last angry glance at Night. Shortly, RiverClan warriors came, their eyes burning as they saw Night.

"The killer! Attack!" yowled the smoky black tom leading them. A ginger and white to leaped forward, while a tortoiseshell she-cat pounced at a different angle. Blackclaw waited.

Night turned and fled, yowling hysterically "Reduced to three cats on one? Have no honor?" His paws seemed to stick to the ground better than the RiverClanners. The three warriors helplessly slid after them.

At once Flame's group emerged. Saber's eyes held a glint of murder. "Let's help them!" she hissed, unsheathing her claws.

Fox meowed from his place in the shadows "Why not Flame? They might take us back with them,"

"Or," meowed Shadow gravely, "they might think we're on Night's side. It wouldn't work,"

Flame nodded agreement with Shadow. "We must think of a craftier approach. If we could maybe stage something….." He trailed off, a plan taking shape. "Come on everyone, we should go. We need to hunt, even though there isn't any prey,"

Some low purrs of amusement came from all around, and then they spaced out. Wolf stuck with Flame, as was his task. Shadow stuck to Flame as well. Fox and Saber disappeared together into the night.

There was hardly any prey scent, but these cats had long since learned to hunt at night. They merged with the shadows and waited.

There was a small crackle of small paws running over debris. A skinny vole was doing some night hunting, hoping to be safe rather than in the daylight. Cats were not nocturnal creatures, after all. Unfortunately for this vole, there wasn't safety anywhere at any time.

Flame ghosted forward on light paws. He never once stepped into the bright moonlight, flitting from shadow to shadow with accuracy and speed. The vole never noticed a thing, until it saw a flash of a bronze cat and saw the silver claw slicing through its own throat.

There was no cry from the vole, and Flame restrained a purr. No sound to scare off the other prey! He lifted his kill in his mouth, not daring to let it bleed out into the soggy ground. He glanced at Shadow and saw that she had brought down a mouse, and then at Wolf to see him crouched and ready to pounce. The group had amazing night vision, which was why Flame could see as Wolf sprang, low and fast, and landed on a mouse. The mouse gave a shrieking cry, which Wolf quickly cut off.

Flame growled, loud enough for Wolf to hear. Now there would be less prey for every one. The agile tom's disappointment in himself made his shoulders droop. Flame was unrelenting. The tom should be ashamed.

Flame crunched into his fresh kill, his ears flicking at Shadow in a question to join him. The black she-cat padded forward with her prey already half gone. They lay down side by side and conversed in low tones. Wolf had chosen to eat his prey out of their sight so that he didn't get growled at again. That was Wolf – obedient like a Clan apprentice. He was only about fifteen moons, but his senses were extremely well developed.

Saber suddenly appeared with a fish. She was the only one of the group to have mastered fishing. Fox returned empty pawed. Flame sighed to himself. He would have to teach the cat how to hunt one day. Fox was an amazing fighter, but not a good hunter due to his large build.

Flame finished his fresh kill before the rest. He stood and sniffed the air, letting it rush up to the roof of his mouth when he opened and inhaled. There was a small trace of RiverClan, but it was faint. They had been by at sundown.

The tom rose to his paws and meowed quietly "I have a plan for how to get us in the Clan. It isn't done yet, but it involves us and Night – obviously," He sat back down. His group needed to be reassured that he had it all figured out, or they would scatter.

The plan put itself together like the stars forming shapes in the sky as time went on. He saw what he had to do, and stood once more. At once, the gazes of his cats focused on him. All of them were done with their prey, and had been quietly sharing the night.

"I have my plan. RiverClan are going to Mothermouth so their new leader can get her name and nine lives. After that night, we will draw Night near their camp, and attack him. We will all be very loud, and when RiverClan warriors appear we will accuse Night of killing Leopardstar. The RiverClan warriors will come down, and together we will drive off and possibly kill Night. Then they will accept us into their Clan. Anybody know what their Clan names will be yet?"

There were murmurs of amusement all around.

"I'll be Foxpelt," declared Fox.

"Sabertooth," stated Saber simply.

"Wolfshadow," meowed Wolf excitedly.

"Shadowstream," Shadow meowed, then asked "What about you Flame?"

The muscled bronze tom was deep in thought. Finally he meowed "I wouldn't mind being called Flamestar,"

Doesn't that leave us wondering how ambitious he is? Haha. Guess away at what will happen!