A/N: I have bad news. My mom thinks I'm spending way too much time on Fanfiction and the Internet (I'm not; that's not possible to spend to much time on Fanfiction!) So she went and changed my password. So, my stories will probably be put on hold untill my ban is lifted. Sorry! I've decided out of all my stories to update, to do this one, because it's my longest and most popular so far.

Swirlspot: Hmm, you are basically a medecine cat! I just stuck in oak leaves because I didn't know what else to use, although I knew it wasn't oak leaves!

The near-silent group of cats leaped over the small stream, the occasional grunt escaping from a cat as they landed. The group slid into the clearing, mixing in with the rest of the Clan cats that were already there.

The four leaders leaped up onto the rock, and the chatting cats quieted.

Firestar stepped forward. "Greetings, cats of all Clans!"

Small murmurs replied. "Good evening."

"I am sad to announce that Mousefur was killed in battle last moon."

Purrs of sympathy consoled the ThunderClan cats.

As Firestar continued speaking, Dawnfeather looked around for her kits. Icepaw was sitting near Tawnypaw and Goldenpaw, a WindClan apprentice.

My first Gathering... Dawnfeather jumped in suprise when a large grey tom sat down beside her. "Hey. Dawn, is it?"

"Actually, it's Dawnfeather. I'm a warrior..." Dawnfeather narrowed her eyes suspiciously. A large scar wrapped around the tom's neck, and another one went down across his green eyes.

"So, how's life in the Clan?" The tom asked. "Going well... Why?" Dawnfeather asked, her swishing tail the only sign to her suspicion. "Just wondering. How many kits do you have?"

"Two. One died. Why are you asking me this stuff? What's your name again?"

The tom ignored her question. "You hesitated when you said two. Do you have more, Dawnfeather?"

Dawnfeather's fur raised. "No of your business, I'm afraid. What did you say your name was again?"

The tom stood. "I didn't." He looked across the clearing toward Icepaw. Dawnfeather followed his gaze, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she looked back... only to find the mysterious tom gone.

Who was that cat?!

She stood, walking over to Icepaw. "Excuse me, Goldenpaw? I have a question."

The young she-cat looked up expectantly. "Yes?"

"Do you have a large grey tom in your clan, with a large scar around his neck and one across his eye?" Dawnfeather silently hoped Goldenkit said yes.

"Um, sorry, no. We have no tom like that." Goldenkit said cherrily, not knowing anything was wrong.

"Thank you, Goldenpaw!" Dawnfeather said, turning to ask the next Clan cat. "Mom. Wait." Icepaw stood in front of her. "Is everything all right? You seemed worried."

Dawnfeather sighed. "It's this tom. Large, gray, had two big scars. He was asking about me and you kits. Listen. Don't be telling too many cats about our life before the clans, you hear?"

Icepaw nodded solemnly. "Yes, mom. I can go tell Birdpaw, you keep asking about the tom."

The wind howled through the tree tops, blowing dark clouds across the moon. The cats looked about nervously, looking to their leader for any sign of trouble.

"Excuse me, Pebbleleaf?" The wind nearly took Dawnfeather's words away as she spoke to the pretty white-and-brown speckled she-cat from Riverclan. "Yes? What do you want?"

"Do you have a large gray tom with green eyes and two big scars in your clan?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"No reason, really."

Dawnfeather moved on, heading for a Shadowclan cat. "Darkfur! Do you have a large gray tom in your clan with two big scars?"

"Nope, sorry!"

Discouraged, Dawnfeather joined her Clan who was leaving. Lightning flashed across the sky, and a alarmed yowl made everycat's head turn to the Great Rock.

A small form stood on it, facing them. The moonlight glinted off dog teeth embedded in the collar. "Scourge!" Dawnfeather heard her voice yell.

The cats drew into a protective circle.

"How's he still alive?!" Leopardstar yelled, hackles bristling.

"Cats of all Clans!" Scourge yowled, an angry gleam in his eye. "I have come to take back what is rightfully mine! My mate, and my kits, and my forest!"

Outraged yowls broke from the Clans, and Icepaw and Dawnfeather looked at each other worriedly.

"Give up Dawn, Ice, and Bird, and the forest, and I'll let you live!" Cats joined Scourge up on the rock, hungry gleams in their eyes. "For BloodClan... still... LIVES!"

I considered ending it here, but seeing as I'm about to put all my stories on a hiatus for a unknown amount of time, I decided to keep going.

Many eyes looked at Dawnfeather and her kits, but she ignored them, glaring at Scourge. She stepped free of the ThunderClan circle, ignoring the cries from Mudpelt.

"Scourge!"

Scourge whipped around, a creepy smile adorning his features. "Well, well. Coming quietly, I see?"

"Never!" At Dawnfeather's angry cry, Scourge scowled. "I am not your mate anymore, Scourge! And you will never take anymore of my kits again! This is my clan, and I'm STAYING!"

"Fine!" Scourge hissed. "So be it. BloodClan will return!"

The hissing cats melted into the shadows, disappearing as fast as they had arrived.

The Clans headed to their respective territories quickly, talking amongest themselves about Scourge.

Dawnfeather dragged her tail, silently enduring the glares sent her way by the ThunderClan warriors. Icepaw and Birdpaw paced at her side, sending their own glares out.

As the cats entered the camp, Dawnfeather ignored everyone and immediatly snuggled up in her nest. "This is really bad... I should just leave." She mumbled into the moss.

"No. You can't leave."

Dawnfeather jerked her head up. "Mudpelt?! But... aren't you angry?"

"No." Mudpelt sat down near her. "I can't be angry at you. You said it yourself; you're not mates anymore with that cat. How long were you with him though?"

"Since he tried to take over the forest. I didn't know what he wanted then, I had joined when I was a kit. We were really good friends for a while, then we finally became mates. Then I found out he was going to use my kits to kill the kits of the Clan leaders in revenge. So we fought, I won and disappeared. He then took my middle kit, Storm, and... killed... her."

Dawnfeather began sobbing. Mudpelt wrapped his tail around hers. "It's okay, Dawn. It's okay. I'm here..."

A/N: Ahh... finally, Dawnfeather and Mudpelt!

And, Scourge is back! Yay! Or is it OH NO!

Probably OH NO!

:D

Not sure when I'll post more chapters, so, until then! Just hang in there!