scarstar's riverclan2

Good to go. See you all tomorrow! Sunkit, you with us?

As am I, my mate, and our kits. See you tomorrow!

Don't forget about me! Someone has to bring the bad guys! Where would life be without them?

Smallflame here. I am restless, unable to sleep. Finally, I wander outside, close to the camp entrance. Brownpaw, standing watch, sees me.

"Couldn't sleep. I felt a nudge in my mind, and a warning of danger. I'm worried about this trip tomorrow."

Smallflame here. Morning comes. Somehow, I did get sleep, and I feel better as Nightpaw and I head out, even before the camp stirs. I keep my eyes and ears fully active, a fact Nightpaw notices. "Is something wrong, Smallflame? You seem very watchful, more than usual."
"Just being careful" I say as we head across the bridge.

I think that's me! Nightheart here. We have travelled down the side of the thunderpath, passed Shadowclan's old turf, now part of what we claim, and the Fourtrees are in sight. "Get down, and stay quiet and low" I say to the others. "We need to wait until they're all together before we attack. That way, we get them all. remember, I deal with the kit. I want to bring him to Wolfstar so she can kill him and leave his body for the others to see." They crouch, ready. The cats will never see us coming.

Lilycloud here. I check on the newborn kits, and they're happily feeding from Ivory. Yes, I had to shoo away the other kits; they insist on staying around. "Go away!" I say. "Don't you have a warrior or two you can pester?"

Silverback here. The warriors are all busy, but the kits are restless. I call to them. "Who wants a story? Come! Follow me just outside the camp, so the others won't be disturbed." Those rascally kits follow, as do Firepaw and Foxleaf. New to the clan, they're just getting the feel of being with us. All gather around me, as I sit a tails length from the camp entrance. "All here?" I ask. "Good. Listen while I tell you a story about the beginning of the clans and how they came to be."

Nightheart here. The brat is right there, leading the small group, acting like a clan leader, an insult to all true warriors. I race for him, but he sees me, and dodges my charge, raking my flanks as I pass. I yowl; his claws are sharp, he dug in, and it hurt.

Sneezepelt here. No! Nightheart will kill him! Not what Wolfstar ordered! I make myself known, racing to the fight. I leap on Nightheart, knocking him aside. "Don't kill him!" I hiss. "Do uoi want to anger Wolfstar?" He sits, confused. "You!" he says a bit too loud. I see Smallflame standing near, puzzled. 

"We grew up together, remember, Smally? You and me, the best of friends, learning and training together? But you're the only one anyone talks about! Smallflame who gets messages from Starclan, who orders like he's the leader, who all of the other clans hear about and respect! Even Leafclan! Me, I'm nothing, just another clancat, just a big fat nothing! Enough! When Wolfstar kills you, I can go back, tell them this tale of woe, and take my place as the cat who fought Darkclan but couldn't save you. Yes, this is jealousy. This whole trip of yours? Getting the other cats to know about and accept Leafclan? Doomed. When we finish here, we'll destroy them. And, yes, that means we kill all but you; you we're saving for Wolfstar. Darkclan, attack!"

Ivyshadow here. I'm looking down on Riverclan. Petalpaw, Smallflame's mother, is with me, and we both don't like what we see. "No! My kit! How can Sneezepelt do this to him? They were like littermates!"
"Jealousy, Petalpaw. No one is immune to it. I think Darkkit wants your attention. I'll watch over our clan."
She nods, a bit reluctant to leave, but we both realize that watching is all we can do now. Better that she should have her mind on the 3 rascals, Darkkit, Blackkit, and Shadowkit; one is a handful, three require all her attention.

Smallflame here. I see Wolfstar, but she's staying back. I understand; she's letting the others attack us, and then she'll try to finish me. Nightheart? He's right back at me, and I dodged right, swiping as I do. I got the same area as before, and he screams. "Leave, Nightheart! I was being gentle! I won't be next time!"
He steps back, shaken, blood running freely. Looks like he's lost the desire to fight. Going to learn not to focus on just one cat, as I'm face-planted from behind, a cat trying to climb my back. I twist, flipping them off. it's Gorseheart. "Showing your true colors, Gorseheart?" I say. "after we took you in and made you feel welcome? Nice way to thank us."