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~Chapter 24~

Weaselstar's fur bristled at the sound of a Twoleg shouting. Everywhere he looked there were Twolegs moving about, either standing somewhere or just walking towards where the Clans kept hidden in the shadows. He wrinkled his nose at their smells and sounds. Everything about Twolegs disgusted him.

Even when they were back at the old territory, Twolegs devastated his Clan. They had let their dogs loose on his territory, they had killed Dewspots, they killed Mouseflight. He shuddered at the thought of what might happen if something else happened to his Clan. He would just have to be on guard.

"I don't like this place mama," Driftkit mewed in a loud wail.

Copperstripe looked down at the tiny kit fondly and smiled a little. Driftkit's mother had died during the eruption of the lake, and now Copperstripe took the liberty of raising his sister along with him. Fallowkit was much quieter than Driftkit. The dark gray she-kit kept her head down low and always looked at the ground, no matter how many times Berrykit badgered her. Eventually the tortoiseshell she-cat gave up and now spent most of her time with Driftkit or Daisytail, who was growing rather plump.

"It's alright Driftkit," she murmured in a gentle voice. "We'll be out of here soon." But her eyes were dark with worry, and Weaselstar shared her worry.

Suddenly Solar stopped, and Weaselstar nearly ran into him. He let out a growl and stared at the stranger furiously. Solar had done nothing to help the Clans so far, and he was only making Weaselstar angrier and angrier.

"Wait, I know the cat who lives here," he meowed suddenly.

Weaselstar exchanged a surprised glance with Cinderstar, but there was no time to stop Solar from jumping onto the fence in front of them. A small stretch of grass rose in front of the fence, and trees grew on either side. Strange looking flowers grew around the trees as well, and their scent made Weaselstar nearly gag.

"Frizzle, are you there?" Solar asked in a strong voice.

Silence followed his question. For a moment, Weaselstar thought that this cat was mad. But after a few heartbeats, he spotted a spike-furred shape moving through the grass. And as sudden as Solar had stopped, the cat leaped onto the fence to join him.

"What are you doing here Solar?" Frizzle growled. "I thought I scared you off last time?"

Solar remained calm, although there were a few murmurs of outrage flooding the Clans. "I've come because these cats will need your help," Solar replied. He didn't look sympathetic. "If you're willing to help them, perhaps you will be honored."

His voice, which had only been full of sarcasm only a couple of moments ago, was now smooth and cool. Frizzle stopped to think about it for a few heartbeats. Weaselstar was beginning to lose his patience when the kittypet finally spoke.

"Alright," he muttered with a snort. "But you're traveling in the back Solar, I don't want anything to do with you!"

So the Clans set off once more. Solar stepped in beside Weaselstar, looking slightly frustrated by Frizzle's demands. But he kept quiet and didn't complain, which Weaselstar would have expected from a rogue or a loner.

He wondered where Solar had met Frizzle, and when they met. And he wondered why Frizzle hated Solar so much. Had the tom done something to Frizzle like Sol had done to those group of cats living in the Sundrown Twolegplace?

With a shake of his head, Weaselstar continued thinking. They soon reached a small wooden nest at the edge of Twolegplace. Its structure was rather rotten looking, and the stench of crow-food laidened within it. Weaselstar glared at what he saw.

The fence around the nest had broken apart, and mice were crawling all around it. As tempted as he felt with the prospect of hunting, Weaselstar wondered why there were so many mice in one place. They squealed and whisked about like it was the end of the world.

The roof on the nest had begun to fall apart. It was split in two, and a gaping hole swept over the nest.

"Rogues come here all the time to hunt or rest," Solar explained when Frizzle grunted and slipped through the broken fence. "It's perfectly devoid of Twolegs, so it's safe," he added to those who were questioning him.

They really wouldn't have had a chance to argue anyways. Dawn had begun to creep around them, and Weaselstar knew it wouldn't be safe to travel Twolegplace in the broad daylight.

So the four Clans followed Solar into the nest. Weaselstar watched as Specklefoot ordered hunting patrols. They quickly returned within a few moments with mouthfuls of mice. It was a feast to be proud of, and soon, their bellies were full.

Weaselstar found himself enjoying the morning rays of sunlight. It was pleasant enough to make him fall asleep, and soon, the world of dreams crept through him.