Okay, so here's the next chapter! Sorry if this is too early, I just couldn't resist updating before getting to my 11:00 class!

Moonstreak1 - lol thanks! Hopefully they'll let you upload soon!

xxSnowfirexx - I think I've already read chapter thirteen, but I do highly recommend Wolfheart to those who haven't read it yet^^

flareon200 - XD don't suffocate with the plushies! Yes, I just had to kill another cat, didn't I? Well at least it wasn't a ThunderClan cat...yet.

Now to the story!

~Chapter 8~

The sound of water crashing into a pool made Weaselstar stir. He felt so empty right now. Three WindClan cats were missing. Willowclaw, Sedgepelt and Shadepaw had been taken by those rogues. Now his nest seemed emptier than ever without Sunmask.

They had fallen in love moons ago. His heart had swelled with pride when she said she was expecting kits. And than they had Specklefoot, Sparrowflight and Rustwhisker. Rustwhisker had died during the battle with Snakeclaw, while Sparrowflight was still around. She was sleeping close to Specklefoot, whose tail was twitching every now and than.

Sunmask had always made him happy. But than that tragic battle happened. She had died trying to save her son, but in the end he died as well.

WindClan had lost so much. And now, the rogues struck them. But when he looked up from his nest, he saw that Reedstar and Cinderstar were talking to Stormfur. Beside Stormfur was Brook Where Small Fish Swim. Weaselstar had only seen her a couple of times, but now that he looked at her, he noticed how pretty she was.

Stormfur was lucky. He had two beautiful kits. Ember who Clings to Fur was beautiful. And Rock that Hangs From Ceiling, or Rock, was rather handsome looking.

"Weaselstar!" Reedstar cried. The RiverClan leader looked at the ginger tom expectantly, and Weaselstar padded over.

He was surprised to see Scorchfur with the leaders rather than Dawnstar. Than he remembered that she was one of the cats the rogues captured. The thought that they had captured yet another cat made his fur stand on end with cold fury.

He never really liked Dawnstar, but the look in Scorchfur's eyes made him want to fight for her. And the rest of the Clans, he reminded himself.

"We've decided who will be coming," Reedstar meowed. "Stormfur's already asked StormPride for cats to back us up."

Weaselstar blinked for a moment. So they were going to strike tonight. He thought about what to do. He wondered how many cats there were, and whether or not it was a good idea to face them.

"When?" he asked.

"We will strike at Moonhigh," Cinderstar replied. "It will give us an advantage."

Reedstar nodded in agreement, while Weaselstar only tilted his head to the side. "Are you sure it's good to attack a group of cats who know the area better than us?" he asked.

Cinderstar blinked in surprise, while Stormfur lashed his tail. "We know the area too," he growled. His voice was full of content. "They've captured a few Tribe cats too," he added in a lower voice. "That's why we want to fight."

"Very well. Why don't you lead?" Weaselstar suggested, suddenly wondering if this was such a good idea. They had no idea how many cats there were, and how dangerous they really were. They were completely unprepared.

Suddenly several other cats with mud-streaked pelts padded forward with the rest of the Clans following. Weaselstar recognized StormPride, the cat who had spoken to the three leaders the night before. He was surprised at how strong and beautiful she looked. The last time they had been in the Tribe, StoneTeller proved he never fought in his life.

"Cats of the Tribe and Clans," StormPride yowled. Her words seemed to vibrate off the rocks, and they rang in Weaselstar's ears. "Tonight, we shall come together and face the rogues who have stolen our friends, and have trespassed our border markers!"

Her yowl was taken up by cats from both the Tribe and Clans. Even Weaselstar felt exhilerated, though deep down he was worried about what might happen if they lose.

He bounded after the others as they raced out of the cave. Cinderstar's pelt was almost brushing Reedstar's, as though they had become good friends. Weaselstar stepped in beside Specklefoot, whose eyes were narrowed as though she was deep in thought.

"I know when something is bothering you father," she murmured. Surprise flashed from his pelt. Specklefoot rarely called her father, unless it was a very important occasion.

"I'm just worried about what might happen if we lose," he replied a little too briskly.

Specklefoot flicked her tail over his ear as they approached the cave's entrance. "There's something else, isn't there?" she asked in a hushed voice.

Weaselstar shook his head, wondering why he was confiding all of this to his daughter. But than he remembered that he had no one else to talk to, other than Sparrowflight, and she rarely spoke nowadays.

"I'm also wondering how many there are," he murmured. "What will happen when we fight them? How many will fall to their claws? And how much blood will be shed before this all ends?"

Specklefoot looked shocked by his comments. She was silent for a few heartbeats. "Well, if it's any consolation, I think that we will win. In fact, there's about one-hundred of us here." She glanced over her shoulder, where there was a long line of cats moving single file.

Weaselstar felt a little more comforted by her words. But still, he couldn't help but worry. How many lives would be lost after tonight?