Pheonixstar bit back a sharp retort, and leaped down from the tree and lead fireclan back to there territory.

"I Care about Echovoice! Certainly not a mangy flee ridden cat like you!" Rainfeather hissed, "You Forced  me to go hunting with you! I would never  ever go with you again!" Rainfeather fought the instinct  to unshealthe her huge claws into Fireeyes's shoulders. "If you hurt her or any other cats, You won't live for another heartbeat after." she sneered as she padded away. 

Fireeyes hissed at the tom and stalked off. 

Lostfoot padded over to the cats and nodded. "I'm sorry about him."  Sighing he looked at his uncle leaving. "He's normally not like this." Why are you threatening them? It's not like you. Sorroweyes would not approve of your behavior.

Shatteredpaw padded in the camp, practicing her stalking for hunting prey. She leaped, and then fell on her dumb paw. She huffed and began trying again. As she repeated what she did before,  she tried harder just to find the same results of the leap that she did the first and the second try. "How am I going to every be a warrior?" she asked herself. and sat down and began to groom her ruffled fur.

Poisonpaw rolled over in the medicine cat den careful enough not to hurt her leg. "It is so boring here.." she meowed half To herself.  Who was that cat that was with Shatteredpaw? He didn't smell like a rouge ora loner... As Poisonpaw thought about that, she turned to see Featherkit. "Hey Featherkit what are you doing here.... you know .. Out of the nursery?" Featherkit looked distressed. "Are you okay?" Featherkit asked. then sat beside Poisonpaw. "Yea.. but why are you here?" Poisonpaw asked. "Cause...... I was bord and wanted to visit you.. " Featherkit still looked troubled. "I want to be an apprentice so that I can talk to other cats." she meowed. "Yes, but you will be soon. Go back to your den, Mistsoul oaut to be looking for you. " as featherkit padded off poisonpaw thought She is never so obedient...

ooc; I know. I have her so we have elders :P

"Trouble?" mweed Berrypool jokingly, "Of course not" Her blue tail flicked her apprentices ear and she mewed, "I know you've been having troubles because of your paw. Suppose we wentt for a good long training tomorrow?"

(Gathering)

Hearing what Shadowpaw had to say, Patchpelt mewed in response, “Some leaders have to be more stern than others, but you’re right.” With a hard stare at Hawkstar she continued, “Something is odd about Hawkstar.” Remembering her apprenticeship, the first time she came to a Gathering, Patchpelt simmered with distrust. “Once I heard from a CaveClan apprentice that Hawkstar wanted to attack us,” Patchpelt murmured softly into Shadowpaw’s ear, “but he was smart enough not to.” IceClan is much stronger than CaveClan. With all our warriors, we would have decimated them. Suddenly, Phoenixstar leapt from the Great Rock and FireClan began to leave. So quickly? Looking back at the Great Rock, Patchpelt noted that Onestar had also nimbly jumped down and was speaking with Leopardheart in light conversation. Patchpelt perked her ears forward, “Shadowpaw, let’s go talk with Twigstripe and her new apprentice.” With gentle emerald eyes, she smiled at the usually quiet tom. “It will be fun, and you can compare training days, and prey catching.” Trotting across the cat-filled clearing, Patchpelt meowed a greeting to Twigstripe. “Is this Firpaw?” Patchpelt asked as she sat down and curled her tail around her forepaws.

“Yes,” Twigstripe mewed proudly, “this is my apprentice.”

Firpaw sat a bit smaller than Shadowpaw with a light brown tabby pelt and black stripes. His eyes shimmered like sea foam, a deep aquamarine. “I’ve been an apprentice for only six dawns,” he stated enthusiastically, “and I already got to go to my first Gathering!”

Patchpelt purred with delight. Flicking her tail-tip onto Shadowpaw’s shoulder, she mewed, “This is Shadowpaw’s first Gathering as well.” The pride in her voice was unmistakable.

(Camp)

((I didn't find the list. But I'm going to double-check.))

A sharp yowl echoed through the night, and Ashfoot leapt to his paws. Looking around the camp, he spotted Swiftdarkness scanning the clan cats as well. Who’s missing? Trotting over to the worried looking warrior, Ashfoot looked at him expectantly.

“That yowl couldn’t mean anything good,” Swiftdarkness mewed.

Ashfoot nodded in agreement, “Would you like me to say in camp, or go with you?”

“I will go find Redstorm,” Swiftdarkness mewed, “and he will look after the camp while we go see what the problem is.”

Ashfoot was instantly on his paws. “I will go find him,” he meowed, “and join you soon after. Go and see what has happened.”

Swiftdarkness dipped his head and raced out f the camp. The undergrowth tickled his belly fur as he ran close to the ground. Leaves whipped into his face, and pebbles prickled his paw-pads. The scent of blood, cats’ blood, filled the air and he ran faster. Swiftdarkness thought he heard thunder, but he soon realized that it wasn’t thunder but running paws. That can’t be cats, can it? Then the stench of dogs came to him. His neck fur bristled while his tail fluffed twice its normal size. Lunging into a full blown run, Swiftdarkness finally burst into a semi-clearing.

(Meanwhile)

Ashfoot ran into the medicine cat den. He spotted Redstorm, but didn’t like what he saw. The normally strong looking tom seemed warn and tired. He’s supposed to protect the clan? With a shake of his head, Ashfoot disobeyed Swiftdarkness by running over to the warriors den and the only cat he could find was blazing new tom. “Copperfire,” he rasped, “you need to watch the clan. Something isn’t right. I need you to get another warrior to guard the queens den, medicine cat den, apprentice den, and you go guard Eaglestar’s kits.” Before Copperfire could reply, Ashfoot sped out of the den then out of the camp. His muscles tensed with apprehension as he followed Swiftdarkness’s musky fear-scent. Leaping over a branch Ashfoot tumbled to his knees, but he quickly scrambled to his paws again. Pushing through some ferns Ashfoot’s whiskers twitched as the bitter, tangy scent of blood filled his nose. He stopped instantly because of the sight before him.

Swiftdarkness sat hunched over the crippled form of what looked like a kit, but Ashfoot knew that is was Midnightpaw. He could scent her in the air, and her scent was fading behind the scent of a storm. Ashfoot looked around nervously, weary of the dogs returning. He didn’t want to interrupt the mourning father, but the clan’s safety is more important. Ashfoot was about to open his maw, Swiftdarkness spoke.

“I need you to track the dogs because I scent another cat.” He whispered, “I will bring her back to the clan.”

((Found it.Dang it, I wanted Cheetahwind to see Midnightpaw. D; he is, after all, her mentor.))