Her guys! I'M back already with an other, but shorter chapter. I have like four days until school so I decided to just hurry my butt up and finish this chapter! Thanks for the reviews, do you think we can get to 25 reviews this chapter? Let's see.

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ThePaintedKittyKat: I like it too like that, but it does take longer.

Cloudjumper Kat: I can't wait to really get into the story. :)

Badgerkit: Hahaha! You crack me up.

skater551: You get to meet a few characters this chapter from the Pack of the River. You will meet more chapter 6 and 9 though.

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SleepyGhosty: Little Morning is really adorable. I just love her. :)

Chapter 3: Hook's POV

His pelt silver like the minnows flashing by, a fox lay on the sandy riverbank. But something was far more eye catching than his pelt. Something flickered, reflecting the sun on it's silver metal. A fishing hook was planted in the fox's jaw, wrapped around his chin and curling into his mouth just next to his fang.

The fox had gotten this hook stuck in his jaw when he was just a kit. In the small pond in camp, the kit had seemed its pretty features, and thinking it was something precious he reached down into the water with his muzzle and snapped at it.

It had gotten stuck deep in his mouth, the healer had been young at the time and did not know how to fix him. It was too late now. Anyway, he was used to it and it didn't bother him. He had been named after the hook... His mother had no idea what to name her pups and while she was making up her mind one of her pups got a hook stuck in his mouth and it seemed like a fitting name.

The river flowing before him was peaceful and quiet. This was where the fox could get away from everything. He loved being around his pack mates and all but sometimes he just wanted to be alone. Only him and his thoughts.

Hook glanced around; he might as well fish for his pack. He was already out here, why not? Hook stood over the river, careful not to let his shadow scare the fish away. Hook's pale greyish-blue eyes darted from side to side, trying to secure his next victim. His eyes finally locked on a small white bass. Hook bared his fangs and stuck, fast like lightning. The white bass wiggled as Hook bit down on it. Soon, it's struggling stopped and the fish went limp. Pleased with his catch, Hook set it down next to him.

Hook lifted his head to look out to the plains, were an other pack lived, but he caught the scent of an other cat. Hook fluffed out his pelt and bared his teeth, a deep growl slowly rising at the bottom of his throat. About two weeks ago, there what been a war for the land he below his very feet. The Pack of the River had won of course, but the enemy pack had put up a good fight. Two of the Pack of the River's warriors had been badly injured. Carp and Tumble's limp bodies camp to his mind. Hook had been fighting side by side with Carp when the Pack of the Plains' deputy camp out of nowhere and sunk his fangs into Carp's neck.

The memory flooded back to him like a nightmare during the most peaceful nights...

. . .

Hook hissed, slashing his paw over the small auburn fox's ear. Hook then lunged, easily pushing the much smaller fox. The fox squealed when he tried to turn to stand but Hook crushed him with his weight. Hook growled and pinned the fox to the ground. As Hook snapped his jaws around the fox's shoulder, a pale ginger blur head-butted him in the side, pushing him off the fox. Hook recognized this vixen as Morning, the newest apprentice of the Pack of the Plains.

Hook crouched and snarled, ready to attack the younger vixen when Carp crashed into her, rolling with a pretty grey vixen with a white underbelly. Morning was shocked and unfocused for a few moments as she watched Carp the the grey vixen tussle. Hook treasured this moment and lunged at her, slamming her down to the ground with his two front paws. She let out a loud yelp of pain before snapping her jaws around his left foreleg, digging her fangs in until it drew blood.

Morning pushed Hook off with her hind legs as he let out a small whine of pain. Hook ended up back to back with Carp. Carp had just dug his fangs in the vixen from earlier's neck and he had her in a fatal positions. Too much struggling could snap her neck. For a moment Hook thought the vixen really was going to die, and her blood would be on Carp's paws. Then out of nowhere a long-legged dark ginger fox with amber eyes let out an angry howl.

"Doe!" The long-legged fox was the vixen's older brother, also the deputy of the Pack of the Plains. He blazed past, dodging fighting foxes and vixens. Hook was standing in his way for too long and the fox sent him flying to the ground in one blow. Hook hit the ground with a thump. His shoulder ached from the rough landing and Hook struggled to catch his breathe. Hook let out a cough and painfully rose to his feet to see the long-legged fox standing over Carp and a pool of blood.

"Are you alright?" The long-legged fox asked the grey vixen. Next to him she looked like just a pup, blood streaming down her neck and from her sides and hind leg. The once hard and angry glint in his eyes faded as he looked down at his little sister. She nodded quickly and swallowed her spit, but her eyes were watery from pain. The long-legged fox looked around, the Pack of the Plains was losing the battle.

"Retreat! This isn't over Torrent!" The fox yowled, his eyes narrowed as he glared at Hook's leader. Torrent stood on a rock, her eyes glowing in the night. Her pelt was filled with blood and she had a large slash on her shoulder to her back but other than that she didn't seem to have any major injuries. Torrent was a smart vixen, calculating and cold. Thoughtful, protective and wise; the perfect mix for a great leader. She got things done.

Torrent let a smile creep onto her face. Hook knew what she was thinking, something along the lines of; of course it's not.

As Hook watched him leader thoughtfully, he almost forgot about Carp laying limply in a pool of his own blood. Hook raced over and let out a cry. "Help! Misty, Berry! Hurry, it's Carp!" Hook called. Misty was Carp's sister and Berry was the medicine cat. Hook watched numbly as they carried Carp away.

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Out of a bush, a little black pup burst out, her pelt dirty and messy. Hook crouched, ready to spring, but the little pup didn't seem like much of a threat. The little was looking right at him, slightly confused. Hook sat up and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Who are you, and what are you doing so close to the border, the Pack of the River won the battle remember? This doesn't belong to the Pack of the Plains anymore." Hook warned. The pup simply rolled her bright green eyes. She sighed and took two steps forward. "To answer your questions," she barked with slight coldness.

"My name is Night, I'm just exploring, and no I don't remember because I wasn't there!" Night growled. Hook narrowed his eyes, even if she hadn't been at the battle she would of heard about for sure. Hook sniffed the air again, the pup didn't smell of the plains. She smelled quite different actually. A bit like it did at the gathering. The Forest! Hook realized.

"Wait, are you from, the Pack of the Forest?" Hook asked, swallowing his spit and took a few steps forward. The pup nodded and flicked her tail. Hook didn't know much about the Pack of the Forest. They didn't share a border with them, the two-leg place prevented it. The Pack of Forest liked to act mysterious and think that they were above the other packs by being quiet and unspotted in their thick forest. The only time they every showed up was during gatherings. And still, they slipped in without anyone realizing it, stayed formal and quiet. The black pup nodded.

"Are you from the Pack of the River?" Night asked, tilting her head to the side a little. She had never met a fox from the Pack of the River.

"Yes I am. May I ask you something? Why are you on the Pack of Plain's territory?" Hook asked. Did she wonder all the way from camp to here? No, it couldn't be, a patrol would of found her by now. Night looked down at her paws. Hook narrowed his eyes in confusion and it made even more curious then he already was.

"Our camp got attacked by hunters. Shadow and Birch were shot. The medicine cats say that Birch is not going to make it... They killed many of our pack mates. Dawn and Snake... And Swan... She save me. Stood in front of me when they shot the bullet. We were almost the last ones in camp. My mother grabbed my sister and ran out of camps, I followed her but I stayed at the exit. I wanted to go back and thank her. Flash was at her side when she took her finally breathe, and when I was going to go back, the hunters started shooting again and I ran away. I pretend that it doesn't bother me and that I don't fully understand what's going on. But I do. I miss my pack mates. I miss Snake's stern warnings, Dawn's cheerful voice buzzing in camp, Shadow and his brother tussling playfully, Birch's stories and Swan gentle purr in the nursery." A tear rolled down Night's cheek.

Hook flattened his ears to his head. This pup had been through a tragic experience, their whole clan had. Her story made Hook realize why The Pack of the Forest for so silent and sneaky. They had been hiding from the hunters this whole time. Hook remembered Flash announcing attacks here and there at gatherings, sometimes deaths. Hook hadn't thought of it as anything at first, but it made sense now.

"I'm sorry that happened to your pack." Hook muttered. Night shook her head.

"That's not it... Swan told Flash that we couldn't go back, the hunters know the forest is our home now. We have to stay with the Pack of the Plains now." Night sobbed. Hook gave her a small smile. She had been through so much in so little time. Then Hook finally went back to his curious-self and wondered, if The Pack of the Forest and the Pack of the Plains were possible allies now, what would happen to his pack? The Pack of the Plains would surely use their numbers to their advantage. The Pack of the River's numbers were one of the reasons why they had won against the Pack of the Plains. The Pack of the River had the most warriors out of the three packs but they couldn't handle the two of them combined.

Hook shook his head, thinking; he couldn't feel bad for the enemy, it would affect him in battle, and his pack needed him if they were going to fight against both of the packs. Hook opened his mouth to tell her to leave and go back to her camp, but two loud barks and one growl made Hook jump with surprise.

A large black fox followed by an other ginger fox with white paws and tail tip and a smaller light brown fox with a red undertone. This made Hook dropped back into his defensive crouch and let out a deep snarl, his grey fur ruffled.

"Night!" Cried out the large black fox and raced forward. He nuzzled Night and licked her head while the ginger fox raced to the edge of the river, growling and barking. The light brown fox with the red undertone followed the ginger one.

"Who are you? Why were you talking to Night?" Barked the light brown fox, but his voice wasn't hostile, is was curious. The ginger fox gently shoved the light brown fox, barking; "Quiet, Feather."

The light brown fox known as Feather nodded and dipped his head. The ginger fox started talking to Hook again, but he wasn't listening. He was focused on what the black fox was telling Night.

"What were you thinking? Arrow and Mint came back to camp and told the packs that you had wondered away from them when you three went exploring. We searched every where, but Flame told us to steer clear of the Pack of the River border. And where do you happen to be? At the Pack of the Rivers border chatting away with an apprentice from a different pack! I'm glad you are alright, but I am very disappointed in you." He was telling her. Night had sat down and was looking down at her paws.

"I'm sorry Crane." She muttered. He sighed and scooped her up by the scruff and flicked his tail to Feather and the ginger tom.

"Feather, Grass, let's go." Crane said, his voice slightly muffled by Night's fur. Hook picked up his white bass and quickly padded back deeper into his territory, not looking back.

. . .

As Hook padded into camp, he realized the pack was looking down and broken, some even angry. Hook narrowed his eyes in confusion, what had happened while he was gone. He needed to speak to Torrent about what he had learned at the border.

Kind of a boring chapter and you didn't really get to meet the Pack of the River but I really wanted to get this up. Can we get to 25 reviews? Let's try! I will be so happy if we do! Come on you can do it! I see you little guest reader. We accept you too! Haha, getting weird... Gonna go before it gets too out of hand... See you next time!