I took out a hunting patrol. There was me, Berrypaw, Rainthistle and Mousepaw. Mousepaw just came out of the bushes with a shrew in her jaws. I watched as she buried it and Rainthistle congratulated her apprentice. I looked around for Berrypaw, who came bounding out of the bụi cây, cây bụi, tổng thống bush with a plump rabbit clutched in her mouth. I watched as she buried it.
"Well done!" I told my apprentice. "Come on." I said, alerting the others. "We have to catch thêm before we even think about heading back."
The three mèo followed me through the forest to find thêm prey.

It had been a long time since their first catch and the four mèo had caught a lot of prey between them. But as they were heading to collect some they'd buried, Berrypaw stopped.
"I smell something weird." she declared. Berrypaw had always had a slightly better nose than the other cats.
"Probably just an unusual smell for bạn Berrypaw." đã đưa ý kiến Rainthistle without looking back.
"No." replied Berrypaw. "It's distant, but fresh." Berrypaw bounded into the bushes.
"Berrypaw!" I yelled and jumped after her. I could sense Rainthistle and Mousepaw behind me. Then I stopped when I realized what she meant bởi a weird smell. In front of us were three big muscular toms. Something told me they were rogues.
"Hello." đã đưa ý kiến the youngest of them, obviously cheerier than the other two.
"Who are you?" hissed Rainthistle. I flicked my tail at her so she wouldn't attack.
"I am Claw." spoke one of the bigger cats. He was a dark tabby, with a menacing look in his eyes. "And this is Bloodsoul." he continued, flicking his tail at the other big cat, this one with a dirty white pelt.
"And this is Darksoul." it was Bloodsoul who spoke. He nodded his head towards the youngest. "What about you?" there was pure hatred in Bloodsoul's eyes.
I could tail Rainthistle was about to speak but I shot her a warning glance. I should introduce ourselves. "We Belong to Grassclan." I began. "I am Clan leader, Crowstar." as I announced I was Clan leader, Claw just looked confused, but Bloodsoul and Darksoul's eyes widened.
"Y-you lead a Clan?" asked a suddenly nervous Darksoul.
"Me and Darksoul used to belong to Fireclan. But since it got a new leader, it's not been the same. We left, trying to find a Clan to take us in. We found Claw who used to be a Clan warrior called Angelclaw. He hated the name so changed it to just Claw. He had been exiled. He won't remember much about Clan life, it was so long ago." explained Bloodsoul.
"And this is my apprentice Berrypaw." I said, flicking my tail towards my apprentice. "And this is my third in command Rainthistle and her apprentice Mousepaw." I finished, nodding towards my other two Clan mates. "You say you're looking for a Clan to take bạn in?"
Rainthistle hissed over my shoulder. "What are you, mad? The one was exiled! bạn must be crazy! bạn don't even know these cats."
I whipped round. "In case bạn haven't forgotten, Rainthistle, I am leader of Grassclan, not you! I know Claw was exiled but it didn't have to have a good reason and he could have changed! So if you're not happy with it bạn can always leave! And I want no thêm complaints from bạn about these cats, hoặc else you'll be facing exile yourself!" I snapped, no longer caring about if they heard. I turned back to the cats, who seemed to be exchanging amused glances.
"This way to camp." I told them, leading them through the bushes. "Rainthistle, bạn go with Mousepaw to collect the prey we caught. Take as many trips as bạn like." I was beginning to calm myself again. Rainthistle and Mousepaw bounded off, eager to get away, and I could tell Berrypaw was a bit jealous they got to leave.

When we got to camp we only got unbelieving glances from the mèo of Grassclan. Nightpelt padded up to me.
"Crowstar! We mùi, nấu chảy ra người bán rong, kẻ xấu, badger just outside camp, it was fresh! We haven't seen any yet but it doesn't smell like it's going to go away any time soon." she reported.
"Thank bạn Nightpelt." I replied, I had bigger priorities on my mind.
I jumped to the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the fallen oak and told the Clan about the new cats, aware of them turning to spit and hiss at the newcomers. Just then did a pitiful wail pierce the air.