Pricklefur was just out for a stroll. When he neared Moonfalls he heard a rustling in the trees.
"Who is this? A warrior cat?" asked a high-pitched voice.
"Tee-hee-hee, he's so tough!" came another high-pitched voice.
"I sure afraid of him!" yet another high-pitched voice said.
"Yah, he be such uh big un tough kitty. I bet he really strong! I so scared, I is shaking in my fur!" Came a low, clumsy, unintelligent voice.
"Shut up, stupid fur-ball, you'll give our hiding spot away!" another voice said.
Pricklefur yowled, and leaped upward into the tree. His claws felt soft, well-groomed fur. He had grabbed a cat's tail. He yanked it down. The cat landed with a thud. It was a sleek-furred cream she-cat who had a dark brown muzzle, tail, ears and half of her legs.
"Ugh, just a Siamese." Pricklefur sighed and released the Siamese rouge.
"You couldn't hurt me if you tried, dog-breath." Hissed the Siamese.
"Ya, you heard her, you couldn't hurt us if you wanted to, mouse-brain." Came a voice from the trees.
"Really?" asked Pricklefur.
"1 of you, and lots of us!" came the stupid voice.
Pricklefur launched himself upward, and grabbed one of the cats with his claws out. He yanked it down. He leaped up and grabbed two more at the same time. On the ground were 3 Siamese she-cats, and a tom Siamese. Pricklefur hopped up again, and pulled down a pretty Birman she-cat. In a strong jump he hooked his claws into thick fur. He couldn't bring the cat to the ground. He hung, with his claws stuck in the heavy cat's fur.
Pricklefur hauled himself up onto the branch. An enormous Himalayan tom sat there. He had thick fur. Pricklefur swatted the huge tom to the ground. He landed lightly next to him.
"What do you want?" Pricklefur spat.
"We looking for a place to live. We be mean to you because that was the only way to get your attention. We like to join your Clan!" (Hypocrites) Said one of the Siamese she-cats.
"Why would I let you join my Clan?" Pricklefur hissed.
"Why not?" asked the Siamese tom.
"How do I know you will be fully committed to being a warrior?"
"We will. Don't worry, we really do want to be warriors." Said the Birman she-cat.
"This is Savanna and Sahara." The Siamese tom pointed to the Siamese she-cats, "Clover," he said pointing to the Birman she-cat, "Thud," the big Himalayan tom, "Drizzle," the other Siamese she-cat, "and I'm Swift."
"Brooke and no-name are up there." Clover pointed upwards with her tail.
A Somali she-cat dropped down from the tree. And another followed.
"So, all of you want to be Clan cats?" Pricklefur asked.
"Yes." All the cats nodded.
"Where's Felicity?" Clover asked.
"Felicity is right here." A beautiful Somali she-cat emerged from the bushes.
"You were caught; we thought the dog had killed you." Swift gasped.
"I scratched its face until it let go. Luckily I had no severe wounds," Felicity said, "But it's okay, I forgive you for ditching me when I could have been killed."
"We're sorry!" wailed Clover, pressing herself against Felicity.
"So, you Siamese girls are Sahara, Savanna, and Drizzle? You are Swift and Thud. You're Clover, Felicity, Brooke and no-name?" asked Pricklefur.
"Yes." Brooke nodded.
"We found each other. There was two groups, Swift, Drizzle, Sahara, and Savanna. Then there was me, Brooke, Thud, Felicity and no-name." Clover said.
"Follow me." Pricklefur led the group of 9 cats back to camp.
"Darkstar!"
"Yes Pricklefur?" the leader asked, scrambling down from the Rock Pile.
"I found them, they want to be warriors."
"They must prove themselves worthy." Darkstar narrowed her eyes, "Who are they?"
"This is Swift, Drizzle, Sahara, and Savanna." Pricklefur flicked his tail at the Siamese cats, "And this is Clover, Brooke, Thud," he pointed to the Himalayan, Somali, and the Birman, "Felicity," he pointed to the touchy Somali, "This is no-name." Pricklefur pointed at the other Somali cat.
"The Clan will train them like paws' until they honor and understand the warrior code." Darkstar said.