That cat up there is Shrewpaw! read on and find out about him. He isn't quite what a wanted. He has a cinnamon like pelt. He is supposed to have a light brown pelt. anyways, READ ON! Thanks! :D  

An unfamiliar scent drifted across Clover's nose. She lifted her head, forgetting about the mouse she had been stalking and sniffed the air. She had never smelled this before. 

Clover followed her nose and traced the scent to the edge of her territory. The scent got stronger and she knew she was getting closer. She heard voices; pricking her ears, she managed to make them out.

"Seems like a nice territory," a tom voice declared.

"Plenty of prey, too," added another, a she-cat this time.

"Squirrel!" cried a younger voice; a tom, though his voice was shrill and high-pitched.

"Silence, Shrewpaw!" hissed yet another tom. "We don't know if there's a rogue living here somewhere."

"Birchclaw has a point," agreed another she-cat. "Proceed with caution. Get ready to fight."

Clover frowned. Shrewpaw? Birchclaw? Such weird names! And what was a rogue?

She didn't know if she should attack, or to approach them in a truce. Before she could make up her mind, she realized they were coming closer. She ducked behind a bush as five cats padded into her view.

Too late. A burly, muscular brown tabby tom had spotted her. "There! Something's behind that bush!"

Clover knew she was caught. She stood up and left her hiding spot. "Hello."

A young light brown tomcat dashed forward. "Are you a rogue?" he asked excitedly in the high, shrill voice she'd heard earlier. He sniffed her and wrinkled his nose. "You smell funny."

"Shrewpaw!" A dark gray tabby she-cat scolded. She was the second she-cat who had sided with Birchclaw. "Apologize! And then get back here this instant."

"Sorry," Shrewpaw mewed meekly, and hurried back to the she-cat.

"What are you doing here?" Clover asked, looking at the other cats.

A fiery orange tom stepped forward and puffed out his chest. "I am Flameclaw. I am the deputy of PineClan. Surely you've heard of the four Clans?"

Clover frowned. "Umm..." she tried to think. "Oh! Yes, my mother used to tell stories about you. But what are you doing here? You can't just be visiting here."

This time the other she-cat replied. She was a sleek black she-cat with a white chest and amber eyes. "It's been a hard leaf-bare for us," she explained. "Several cats were lost." Her eyes clouded. "Including my mother, Softbreeze. We want to extend our territory so that next leaf-bare, we will have more land to hunt on and be able to sustain our Clan."

Clover frowned. "This is my land. My ancestors have been living on it for generations. I can't just let you take it."

The burly brown tabby unsheathed his claws. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

Like it? This chapter was made by Shadowblaze- cause I got it from one of her books, Book Ideas!