Charlie twitched her whiskers in amuesment as her warriors' feistiness. "I'll take it from here  - go ahead and get some fresh kill. Depth, stay with me."

Crimson's green eyes followed the warriors. And as soon as they were gone, both he and Charlie's countences became bitter with unconcealed dislike. "I am here to give one last chance, Charlie," he purred darkly.

"For what?" Charlie asked calmly. Her tail twitched irritably behind her.

Depth half smiled trying to relax, as she spatt at Crimson, " ligh is wierd" he sighed lightely.

Ecco looked at them curiosly before taking a few steps back.

Depth looked as some cats walked towards Crimson curiosly, he sighed and said "really your not strong if you join his clan your weak minded and weak perode".

Ecco stepped infront of them, "don't go" she said sorofully, staring.

Ecco watched her silently, before saying "are you sure ?".

Depth watched as cats stepped back now catiosly.

Charlie growled at Fearless - Charlie was usually a light-hearted cat. But this was outrageous! Crimson grinned, "See Charlie? This warrior hear is preparing for the future! She will be a fine SplinterClan warrior - her talents are wasted here in your pitiful pack." His eyes glimmered. "Charlie, I give you one last chance to save your clan and join me. Be my deputy." Charlie yowled, unsheathing her claws and batting at his face. "Leave now with whatever traitors you may take with you! You will all be treated as outcasts if you join Crimson!" her yowl grew louder and more furious. "I will never give up this clan - Starclan doesn't want Clans to be joined!!!I will fight for this clan until my blood is on the ground and I lay dead." Crimson glared at Charlie with an amused glare. "Careful what you wish for." And with that, he signaled his recruits to follow him into the forest.

Ecco ran after them to try to stop her, when she stumbled and rolled bumping into Crimson.

Depth watched in dismay. What were they thinking, they had no loyaltly.

Crimson smiled at Charlie's betrayed ex
pression as two she-cats followed him - one knocking into him. Crimson hissed darkly, "Watch where you step - remember, you two are technically apprentinces in SplinterClan. You have much to learn." He showed them into the camp - it was a rather nice setup, actually. A decent clearing with some lazily-made dens filled with twigs, not moss. "It helps protect you from Starclan nightmares," Crimson noted about the twigs in the dens. There were about 7 felines in the camp visibly. Some were recognizable Tuftclan warriors - but they were different-looking. They were dirtier and their fur was matted... yet their muscles bulged like thick cables from their legs, and they appeared very fit. They nodded their heads as they walked by Crimson, little apprentinces following them. Even the apprentinces were noticeably muscular for their ages. But they looked drastically young to be apprentinces.

Crimson batted a kit as he walked by. "What are you doing out the nursery?" he demanded, hackles raising. The kit cringed, poofing out his fur as he realized he'd been caught. "I wanted to go and spy on Tuftclan!" exclaimed the frightened kit. Crimson's growl melted to a purr. "In good time, Fraykit. In good time."

"What do you think?" asked Crimson darkly to the she-cats.

Crimson raised an eyebrow. "Sticks and moss?" He tilted his head, then narrowed his eyes at the female. "What is your name?"