Wow, I just realized that I'm not really a Weaselstar writer...Well, I'm trying my best so you'll have to deal with it^^ Anyways, onto the review replies!

flareon200 - You shall see my friend! Don't you just love suspense? First the story starts out all happy and fun, and than it turns into this^^

xxSnowfirexx - Thanks for pointing that out. I always have trouble coming up with ways to remember cats in my allegiance...Hopefully it'll get better.

Moonstreak1 - Of course I have plans for him, but they may not be all butterflies and rainbows^^

~Chapter 11~

Anticipation flooded through Cinderstar as she led her own Clan towards where the rogues kept their camp. Stormfur and StormPride had said it was easy enough to get into. There were no guards - that's how confident these cats had gotten. And Stormfur said that the rogues sometimes took only she-cats, for some reason.

But another surge of fear swept through Cinderstar. These rogues might be stealing she-cats to produce a line of kits who were as battle-hungry as they were.

We have to free them, she thought with a shake of her head. If they weren't, the Tribe could easily be wiped out. Cinderstar shuddered at the very thought of it.

"We're almost there," StormPride murmured in a soft voice. The sleek gray tabby's fur was ruffled against the cold. But her eyes blazed with determination - a look that Cinderstar knew well. Hollystar had had the same look in her green eyes before launching into battle with WindClan. But sadly it was that determination that killed the ThunderClan leader.

The stone walls that surrounded the camp were slippery from rain that had fallen during the day. Cinderstar kept up her pace as the rest of the Clans. Their heads were bowed and their tails were low, as though they were anticipating the fact that some might not return.

Thornclaw kept up beside Cinderstar, keeping his head high unlike the others. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I've faced rogues like these before."

It was true. Thornclaw had been one of the few living cats who faced BloodClan, the ruthless street cats who tried to take over the forest. He had described it with shudders, and said that it was one of the bloodiest battles he had ever been in, other than the Great Battle.

Cinderstar suddenly felt a flicker in her mind. She saw the image of Firestar, fighting a tiny black-and-white tom. She felt a strange sense of fear for him, as the tom slashed at Firestar's belly with long, teeth-studded claws. Confusion spread through Cinderstar's cores when she realized that she sense a longing for him.

"Are you okay?" Thornclaw asked. His eyes were wide as he stared at her, and she realized that she was shaking.

"I-I don't know," she murmured. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the thoughts from her brain. It was like she was seeing through another cat's eyes. "Lets just get this battle done and over with," she growled when the scents of the rogues grew stronger.

StormPride stopped near what looked like an entrance. She flicked her tail and several Tribe cats lined up for her. "Right, who will lead the first wave?" The Healer asked.

Weaselstar suddenly rose to his paws, followed quickly by Scorchfur. "We'll lead it," meowed the WindClan leader. "If it's alright with you two," he added with a glance to Cinderstar and Reedstar. The RiverClan leader nodded, and so did Cinderstar.

"We should wait near that cliff," StormPride meowed, pointing her tail to a series of gullies and cliffs.

It was the perfect hiding spot. No rogue would see them coming, and Cinderstar sighed in relief. She wasn't sure whether or not she was ready to see her Clanmates fall, and something inside told her this would be a dangerous battle, perhaps worse than the Great Battle.

Cinderstar mewed her good-byes to the ShadowClan cats and WindClan cats. Than she followed the rest of the warriors and Tribe cats to the cliffs, where the crouched and waited. Suddenly, there was an ear-splitting screech that erupted in the air. It echoed eerily off the rocks, and it made Cinderstar's ears ring. She could already hear the sounds of fur ripping, and the sickening crunch of bones.

She knew what was coming. The battle cries that echoed around the rocks, and her own Clanmates falling to the ground. The stench of blood would fill the air. They would drown in the pool. And it would be their own blood.

I'm sorry it was so short! I'll try to add another chapter as quickly as I can!