Rabbits, Not

"Fireheart, Greystripe, Nightfrost, Whitestorm, Dustpelt, Sandstorm, Swiftpaw, Patchpelt and Dappletail will be coming to the gathering tonight," Bluestar yowled out and jumped off the Highrock. It was sunhigh and the snow made it hard to move around. The cold made cats to stay inside, unless they are out for border patrol or hunting.

Later that day, Thunderclan padded to the gathering. Bluestar stopped before the hollow. She observed the gathering. Nightfrost and the other cats padded next to her, seeing cats from different clans greeting each other hostility. Whitestorm pads up to them. "Bluestar, what are we going to say about Brokentail?"

"We will say nothing. Brokentail is Thunderclan's responsibility alone."

"Those are brave words," Tigerclaw sneered, "Are we ashamed?"

"We aren't ashamed," Bluestar retorted and turned to her clan. "We will say nothing about Brokentail and the rogues."

Mews of agreement came from behind and Bluestar finally lead them to the hollow. Greystripe disappears somewhere as Tigerclaw pads to Onewhisker. Fireheart is standing near a group of elders, as if deep in thought. Whitestorm is talking to a group of Windclan warriors. Nightfrost signed and waited on the spot for the gathering to start. The black warrior then remembered about his apprentice. Had he found someone to talk to? He looked around and twitches his ear to his apprentice.

"I'm glad that Brokenstar is gone from the clans. I'm scared if he comes back," commented a Shadowclan apprentice.

"Don't worry, if he does, Shadowclan will shred him to pieces. He ran away when the whole clan went against him. Kind of makes you wonder where he is," growls what appears to be a very young apprentice.

"Don't! We know you want revenge for he had done to Badgerfang."

"Don't care. I just want to know where he is before he hurts anymore cats."

"Broken-" Swiftpaw was about to mew when Nightfrost cried out. "Swiftpaw!"

Swiftpaw turn to him, his ice blue eyes made his apprentice cling. He mews to the Shadowclan apprentices and pads to him. "Y-yes, Nightfrost?"

"What did Bluestar said about him?" He questioned in a hushed voice.

"N-not to talk about him."

"Yes, be careful next time, you almost cause us another battle, Swiftpaw."

"I'm sorry, Nightfrost."

"It's fine, since the topic was about him, it'd be easy to just say it unwillingly."

Swiftpaw flicked his ears up and smiled.

A yowl came from the Great Rock, all four leaders ready. Tallstar steps forward to announce. "An elder of ours have passed away and joined Starclan. Windclan is still recovering from the recent battle."

Nightstar and Crookedstar glared at the Windclan leader. Bluestar stepped up. "We should rejoice that Windclan is strengthening. Dustpaw and Sandpaw are now warriors, Dustpelt and Sandstorm."

The clans cheered, yowling out their names. The hostilities fadded there.

"Where are you two, Fireheart, Greystripe?" mewed Sandstorm. Nightfrost turned to them. The two warriors stood there, headed to a slope. Where are they going? The slope leads around Windclan and based on where the two warriors were facing, they were going...ohhh...to them.

"We are going the long way home. Mudclaw told us of a rabbit warren right outside Windclan territory. We wanted to hunt for the clan. Can you tell Bluestar where we went?"

Nightfrost watched as Sandstorm grunted and looked away. "Please, Sandstorm?" pleaded his brother.

"Fine!" Sandstorm spat out. Fireheart smiled and he and Greystripe was about to pad off when he spoke.

"Remember to bring back some pump mice!"

All three turned and widen their eyes on him. Fireheart then blinked and nodded. "Of course!"

The two padded away as Sandstorm looked questionedly at him. "Where are they going to find pump mice?"

And once again, I'm stuck. The wikia hasn't reached far yet.