Icefang makes her way towards RiverClan...

Their breath steamed up in clouds in front of their faces, wetting their noses. The only sound was their shallow, quick breathing and the slight crunch of the frosty grass beneath their paws. There were 6 cats, all walking in unison with similar gaits and breathing patterns. They were SnowClan cats, and they were padding silently in the direction of RiverClan.

Bluepelt bounded forward. "Snowstorm!" he yowled, receiving a hushing and a clip around the head. "Snowstorm..." he repeated, quieter this time. The huge white tom glared down at the small blue-grey kit.

"What is it now, Bluepelt?" he growled. The young cat was annoying.

"Are we nearly there yet?" the 7 moon old warrior mewed gaily.

Snowstorm stiffened and then cuffed the kitten hard around the head. "No." the cat had been asking the same question many times over the last few hours.

Dawnfur smiled and licked Bluepelt on the head as she passed him. She was a runner, and her running partner was Silverclaw. The two scouts walked alongside Snowstorm. "Don't be so harsh." mewed Silverclaw, flicking her tail. "He's just a kit." Dawnfur nodded quickly in agreement.

SnowStar came up behind them and his black-tipped tail brushed Snowstorm's face, adding to the cat's annoyance. Snowstar walked up to the front, where Icefang was trotting steadily. The two cat's looked into each other's eyes. They could tell what the other thinking without talking to each other. Bluepelt picked himself up and scurried along in the middle.

Icefang looked up at the full moon. It was beginning to wane, and all the clans would've returned from the gathering by now. He looked behind him to see Silverclaw yawn. Silverclaw had tons of stamina, and it meant that they really should stop now if even she was getting tired. Icefang turned to face her friends. They all sat down on the frostbitten ground and rested their legs. "We'll stop here for now." Icefang said. They were sheltered under a large willow tree and the long, bent branches shielded them from view, and a patch of nearby smelly plants hid most of their foreign scent. Watching as the last of her cats settled down, Icefang herself curled up at the base of the trunk and fell asleep. She had confidence in her friends that they would be able to fight anyone who came too close to them while they were asleep. She knew Dawnfur and SilverClaw would be the first up, since they were the lightest sleepers and had some of the fastest reactions out of all the cats they'd ever met. She looked up at the moon and felt the moonlight glow on her shoulder as she drifted off.

MoonFang was happily devouring a dead rat when he heard unfamiliar voices heading towards RiverClan. He sniffed the air cautiously and caught their scent. That's not a RiverClan scent he thought to himself, getting up, It smells more like...SnowClan? What are they doing here?

MoonFang peered through a parting in the bushes and saw a group of six SnowClan cats walking past. MoonFang watched as the large white tom smacked the scrawny blue-grey kit around the head. How dare he treat kits...no, anyone like that? MoonFang thought, outraged. He quietly followed. Luckily for him, the SnowClan cats would be unable to smell him as the wind was blowing harshly in the other direction.

Dawnfur yawned and looked up, closing one eye against the harsh wind that was blowing dust into it. She looked around sleepily. She though she caught a glimpse of a shadow in the grass tussocks, but ignored it and cast it off as her being tired. Dawnfur yawned again, shuffled so her back was to the wind, and fell back asleep.

Bluepelt stood up, shivering. He looked up at the moon, shuddering with cold as the strong wind whipped round his legs and through his fluffy fur. Then, he scampered over to SnowStorm, the one who had hit him, and snuggled under his belly and fell asleep.

ViceFang, a BloodClan tom, lept from a bramble thicket alongside SnowClan's path. He padded towards who he assumed to be their leader, along with the rest of BloodClan. He had heard of, and even met someone from, SnowClan. "Greetings. I am ViceFang, leader of BloodClan. Here to request an alliance with SnowClan."

SnowStar stood up and nudged Icefang with his paw, who stood also and woke everyone else. SnowStar stood between SnowStorm - the huge white tom, and Icefang. SnowStorm stepped forward, hissing, but Silverclaw snapped at him to stop. Dawnfur pushed her body close to the silver-pelted runner. Icefang gently moved Bluepelt out of the way - he had placed himself in front of his fellows and was trying to look brave, and stopped a rabbit-length away from Vicefang.

"I am Icefang, leading SnowClan." Icefang hissed, unsheathing her claws. "This is SnowStar," she flicked her head to the clan leader (she was leading only this band of SnowClan cats), "and this is SnowStorm. The others...you don't need to know their names yet." she looked warily at the stranger.

The SnowClan cats behind her whispered uncertainly together, some of the pausing every so often to size up one of the BloodClan cats, and Dawnfur whispered in Icefang's ear. IceFang smiled coolly, her cold azure eyes boring into Vicefang.

"We accept your offer of alliance." she said. All of her cats had agreed on it. "We seek to destroy the four clans and take over." she paused, "The leaders of SnowClan here are myself and SnowStar." she glared at Vicefang and the BloodClan cats, waiting for their response.

(ignore the part of ViceFang saying he is leader. Skulker is really leader.)
Skulker, the BloodClan leader, stepping front of his clan to address IceFang and SnowStar. "I am Skulker, leader of BloodClan." he said, before naming RedWater, BlueStorm, BoneClaw, FlintPaw, "and you know ViceFang already." Skulker meowed. "I wish for BloodClan and SnowClan to travel together, as long as it is alright with you."

Icefang checked with her cats, then nodded. "We work as equals." she said sharply. "No-one takes charge of anyone else." she flicked her head to her cats. "These guys are strong - even our kit. This is Dawnfur," the small black-purple pelted cat shied away and pressed herself to SilverClaw's side, who hissed meanly, "SilverClaw, and Bluepelt." as his name was mentioned, Bluepelt lifted his head proudly and meowed.

Bluepelt stepped up to the BloodClan cats until he was a squirrel length away from RedWater and Flintpaw. He playfully reared up on his hind legs and batted at Redwater's head, his claws sheathed because it was only a game.

RedWater mewed and lept onto Bluepelt engaging in the play fight, with claws sheated. Flintpaw squeaked before joining into the play fight. "Just as I hoped." Skulker replied to the SnowClan leader.

MoonFang gasped silently as the fight began. He knew it was a play-fight, but what happens with all animals, including two-legs, is that play-fighting can become proper fights. MoonFang sat and watched, horrified, trying to find a suitable moment to come out from the bushes.

Bluepelt ducked and rolled, laughing and mewling in happiness. He bumped into Skulker by accident, and looked worriedly into the fierce cat's eyes before jumping forward at Flintpaw and RedWater. The two clans were still standing facing each other, as if they didn't trust each other enough to share tongues.

Dawnfur looked at the kits lovingly - she had a soft spot for kittens and Bluepelt in particular. Silverclaw looked around. "I'm going hunting." she meowed. "I'm hungry." she started off in the direction of a few bushes. She got into a hunter's crouch, and could sense that something was behind the bush from the way her fur tingled. She leapt, and landed behind Moonfang, who was crouching and watching the rest of the group. She whirled round and hissed. "What're you doing here, cat?" she snarled, digging her unsheathed claws into the frostbitten ground to show how strong she was. She sniffed him. "You're not of WindClan or RiverClan territory." she growled. "Who are you and why are you here?"

MoonFang whirled round in shock. "Who are you and why are you here?" the grey cat growled at him. After MoonFang got over the shock of being suddenly shouted at, he relaxed slightly, ignoring the fact that SilverWind was a lot bigger than him. "I am MoonFang," he said calmly. "I am a loner, I will leave you now." And with that, he simply turned away and left.

Silverclaw hissed at Moonfang as the tomcat left, displaying sharp fangs. She straightened up and let the fur relax on her shoulders. "I'd better catch some prey." she thought quietly. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she scoured the area around her for any signs of movement. She flicked an ear as a mouse crept out of the long grass, right beside her. She swung round and trapped it, before killing it with a single bite and gulping the rodent down. She lifted her head and trotted back out of the bush as if nothing had happened. She lay down on her belly, her claws sheathed and hackles down, but her crimson eyes burning like fire into the BloodClan cats.

SnowStar sat down, raising a hind leg to scratch behind his ragged white ears. He wasn't sure that he trusted the BloodClan cats, but said nothing for now. He exchanged a glance with Icefang and she nodded understandingly.

Snowstorm was starting to engage in the kittens' playfight. Whenever Bluepelt came to close he swatted at his hind legs with his huge creamy-white paw. Bluepelt quickly learned to dodge that whenever he came close, and was dodging nearly all of the blows. Of course, no claws were unsheathed in this tussle.

Dawnfur smiled. Bluepelt and she were almost like family, and she had become like his big sister. She knew Bluepelt was a fast learner, but she never thought he could pick something like that up before the moon had risen what looked like a mouse-length higher in the sky. She sat down, curling her beautiful tail over her paws and watching with caring eyes as the kits - and SnowStorm, played rough-and-tumble on the cold hard ground.

IceFang sat cautiously and said, "We're heading for RiverClan." informing Skulker and his band of BloodClan cats of their destination and why they were in the middle of nowhere at the moment. She looked the band of sturdy cats up and down. They all looked quite strong, and a couple of them looked pretty fast too. She looked at her own cats, who were equally tough.

"Do any of your cats have special talents?" she asked. Upon seeing the puzzled look on Vicefang and Skulker's faces, she said, "For example, Bluepelt here comes up with the strategies and decides how to attack and when, etc." the blue-grey kitten looked up briefly from his playfight to nod at the large cats towering in front of him before returning to his scrap.

"Dawnfur and SilverClaw are our Scouts, or RunnerCats." continued IceFang. "They check out the terrain and bring back information before we decide whether to attack or not. SnowStorm...needless to say, is our main fighter. SnowStar and I are also the strongest fighters, and we lead the team. We also have our own Medicine cat." she looked into Skulker's grey eyes with her chilled blue ones. "So, I repeat...do any members of your clan have special positions in the group?"

((shadow said I could join this thread))


Lifepaw was near his clan, upwind. He and his apprentice had been looking at herbs that grew on the riverbanks, and which berries to avoid eating. Just when he'd finished lecturing him on why you shouldn't eat bad berries just to avoid hunting practise with his father, Lifepaw heard part of a conversation, and smelled many different clans as a gust of wind blew into his soft face.

"Dawnfur and SilverClaw are our Scouts, or RunnerCats. They check out the terrain and bring back information before we decide whether to attack or not. SnowStorm...needless to say, is our main fighter. SnowStar and I are also the strongest fighters, and we lead the tea..."

THis confused him. Why would Icefang discuss his team with some rouges? He told his apprentice to take the hidden path home, and ran to the source of noise. When he rustled out of a bush, he looked around, slightly confused at the number of cats bunched on the plain. What's going on here?! he asked frantically.

"I am the most skilled hunter in the clan. Boneclaw is the faster, ViceFang is the strongest and has a deadly bite. RedWater is the smartest of our group while BlueStorm has a vast knowledge of herbs and could be known as our medicine cat." Skulker meowed, curling his tail around his forepaws as someone new entered the area. "Greetings. May I ask who you are?"

Icefang greeted Lifepaw with a friendly mew. "Hello, Lifepaw. This is BloodClan," she said in answer to his question, flicking her head at the warriors. The two clans were separated only by the three kittens sparring. "They would like to join us and they all look quite strong - even the kits. These two," she indicated to the kits with a paw, "Look almost as tough as Bluepelt, but our true strength will be decided on the field of battle."

Hearing a familiar voice who had not spoken before, Bluepelt jerked his head up from the tussle he was involved in. "Lifepaw!!" he meowed gleefully, raising a paw before he tripped and whirled round to continue the game.

Liepaw's cofused expressions subsided quickly, and he restablished his calm posture. I am Lifepaw, he said proudly, raising his head. The snowclan's medicine cat,
He padded over to the side with his clan, and greeted them. His apprentice bustled after him thorugh the bush. He an to lifepaw, and snuggled up to lifepaw. I told you to go home! siad lifepaw worriedly, though all his clan knew he didn't mind.

He cheerfully greeted bluepelt, and smiled. He always brought a smile to his face, BLuepelt. THe two cats continued to spar, and lifepaw wasn't really sure hat was going on.

"My clan has allied with SnowClan." Skulker informed the white tomcat. "We have agreed to travel together. This way it will be easier for us to take control of the forest."

A pleasure to meet you, said Lifepaw to the cat named 'Sulker', bowing his head. He had nothing else to say, though he didn't trust them, he couldn't say anything just now. He didn't know this clan, and for all he knew, these cats could just be spies! One of them smelt like the shadowclan too! Lifepaw didn't like the shadow clan, they were nothing but trobule to him, and he'd ever met a trustworthy one...
Ignoring his nagging worry, he went and talked to the kits while the clan was still resting.

Skulker flicked his tail to his clan mates to show that these new cats were trust worthy before relaxing onto his belly watching the kits talk with Lifepaw.

Bluepelt lead the battle nearer and near to LifePaw, before suddenly turning and jumping onto the tom's shoulder with a delighted squeal. He lay atop the white cat's head, batting down with his forepaws at his playmates below him. Dawnfur quickly moved out of the way to avoid being hit, and SnowStorm and SnowStar both laughed heartily.

Skulker let out a mrrow of laughter as he watched the kits play. He was strangely growing softer and softer since the death of Bloodstorm and he noticed it in his clan mates. "Skulker!" RedWater mewed, hopping up and down as he left the battle for a second. "Come here." he mewed, as Skulker stood up and walked over there. RedWater then jumped onto the tom's head and met Bluepelts gaze and let out an evil laugh, but just joking.

Lifepaw smiled as the cats played. He let them have fun for another few minutes, and then stood up, letting bluepelt roll off his head. "Okay, let's stop messing about," he yawned, and shook his head. "The river clan is that way, towards the river, correct?" he asked, but he knew he was right, so he walked along, his apprentice (Coolpaw) trailing along his heels.
When he approached the bush the two walked out of, he turned, and sat, waiting pateiently for the order to move.

Bluepelt yowled and swiped at RedWater's head, with a mock evil laugh just as the other kitten had done. He was just about to aim again when Lifepaw stood up. Bluepelt yelped in surprise and rolled off Lifepaw's head, tumbling to the ground. He bounced back up and glued himself to Dawnfur, who smiled and licked his little bluey head. He grinned at her and touched noses briefly, before Icefang started to move.

She stalked silently towards the thick bush where Lifepaw and Coolpaw were crouching, and whispered to Lifepaw, "I thought you told Coolpaw to go home?" she flicked her tail, motioning for the others to follow.

Snowstorm and Snowstar followed first, Bluepelt sticking close to SnowStar's shoulder. The two white toms crouched either side of the slightly blue-tinted she-cat, and Bluepelt took his place at the front. Luckily it was a really big bush.

Silverclaw looked at Skulker with her piercing crimson eyes. "Don't do anything stupid." she warned, flexing her claws before darting forward alongside Dawnfur. She looked at Icefang as they got to the bush, and the blue-eyed she-cat nodded sharply. Silverclaw flicked her ear at Dawnfur and they both took off as fast as the howling wind. The air stung their eyes and whipped their coats, and they ran full-pelt towards the RiverClan camp.

All was silent, except for the slight murmur of the cats' breathing patterns.

Suddenly Dawnfur and Silverclaw returned, panting but quiet, and Dawnfur whispered to Bluepelt what they had seen. Bluepelt nodded and turned to his clanmates and the bloodclan cats when everyone was gathered.

"Here's what we're gonna do." he meowed quietly. He looked at the BloodClan cats. "ViceFang," he pointed with a small paw at Vicefang, "BlueStorm," he moved it to point at Bluestorm, "and SnowStar. You three will go in first. Your job is to isolate the main camp from the surrounding territory. Simply guard the entrance tunnels. They're small, but if your eyes are sharp enough then you will be able to see warrior-sized gaps in the reeds."

Bluepelt watched as SnowStar nodded and looked at the two cats he would be working with. Bluepelt continued, "Silverclaw and Dawnfur." his ocean-blue eyed gaze rested on the two Scouts. "You'll scour the territory and chase down or scare away RiverClan patrols. I will send you in slightly later than SnowStar's team, so that the patrols cannot run back home and alert the clan." the two she-cats nodded, their eyes glistening.

"Skulker and you," he nodded at BoneClaw, "you both go for the elders and you'll go in at the same time as IceFang." he looked at the SnowClan deputy. "IceFang, you will attack the RiverClan leader - ShadowStar."

Bluepelt looked at all the cats. Only he and the other two kits were left. "RedWater, Flintpaw, and I will attack the nursery and Apprentice dens." he looked around with his large blue eyes. "Any objections?" he questioned.

"No objections, but in the future I'd like a job more suited with my skill." Skulker meowed, with narrowed eyes. He then flicked his tail ordering BloodClan to move out. They padded out and each did their job. Skulker waited behind a bush however waiting for IceFang, while the others hid in other bushes except for the two who were ordered to guard the exits who remained stealthy but yet kept an eye on the entrances. When IceFang padded up he flicked his tail. "Ready?"

"Go!" meowed Bluepelt. At once the group separated.

SnowStar raced alongside Vicefang and Bluestorm and they each found an entrance tunnel and crouched just beside it, to attack any cat going in or out. SnowStar pawed at the ground, wrinkling his nose at the overwhelming smell of RiverClan.

Silverclaw and Dawnfur rushed forth after Bluepelt gave the command, and they circled widely around the whole territory. They had tons of stamina but were still exhausted by the end of it. As they neared the end of a full circle around, they spotted a group of 2 dusty-brown pelted warriors and a smaller grey cat who was probably an apprentice. They charged headlong into the cats and swiped at them with unsheathed claws. Five minutes of fury, then 3 dead cats lay at the SnowClan cats' paws. Dawnfur respectfully licked each one of them, but Silverclaw ignored the bodies and flicked her tail at the black scout. They took off again and kept searching for any more patrols.

IceFang padded up to Skulker and BoneClaw. "Are you ready?" the grey-blue cat asked her, flicking his tail. IceFang bared her fangs and lashed her tail in reply. A nod from Bluepelt in a nearby bush, and she raced forward, keeping low to the grassy ground and keeping a steady pace. She reached SnowStar and the white tomcat let her pass through without a word. IceFang stopped as soon as she got inside. RiverClan warriors were in general, relaxed poses, some sharing tongues, others eating...they all jumped to their feet when IceFang arrived.

She let out an eerie, howling yowl, enough to chill the bones of the bravest warrior, and SnowStar nearby felt a shiver run through his fur and his hackles rise. The warriors took a step back, before one of them sounded the alarm and broke the others out of their paralysed fear. IceFang crouched, cats charging in at her from all sides.

Then suddenly SnowStorm burst into the area. The huge tom leapt over IceFang and tackled at least three RiverClan cats at once. At once all of the warriors pounced on him, except a few who IceFang hissed and spat at and fought them off.

Bluepelt heard the yowling and meowed to the other two kits, "C'mon guys! Let's go!" he charged through and was scarcely noticed by the fighting warriors. They darted over into the nursery first, finding a queen with three orange-tabby kittens. Bluepelt unsheathed his claws and meowed tauntingly at the mother.

IceFang saw her chance and slunk right into the Leader's den. It was empty. But IceFang's moons of living in dark caves had not failed her; she very quickly saw a small tunnel leading from the darkest part of the den to somewhere else. IceFang slunk through it to find the RiverClan leader, curled up and cleaning a couple of beautiful tortoiseshell kits. The Leader looked up, her heterochromic eyes burning deep into IceFang's cool blue ones.

"So, ShadowStar...We have found each other again....for the last time." IceFang's fangs were nearly as long as ShadowStar's and her eyes glinted maliciously in the barely-existent light...