this is dusk! AKA Bluemist. I know she is supposed to have yellow eyes but I couldn't find a cat with yellow eyes so yeah. Read on!

CloverStar's face was full of fear. "Cats of FireClan!" she called. "We have found on FireClan territory, scraps of prey  all over our border. With the scent of Fox. It seems as if some foxes have moved in the forest. We have also scented it on Thorn and StormClan territory. I ask you to keep alert.  Meeting finished."

Gasps of disbelief erupted. and the talk returned. Flamepaw decided it was best to have some time alone and think things out. He walked away from the crowd of cats and padded out of camp. Almost as soon as he stepped out of camp, the grass rustled. The branches of the trees swayed. It seemed as something was trying to warn him about something. The sound seemed to say, danger . . . danger . . . danger. "What do you mean?" he asked. No answer. Soon after walking some way away from camp, Flamepaw heard a growl. I tensed. A fox leaped out of the bushes. Flamepaw dodged sideways clawing at the fox's side. It howled in pain, and ran away. Flamepaw dashed away from the spot and went back to camp. Frostheart spotted him walk through the bramble and he padded up to him. 

"Let's do some hunting training" he suggested.

"Yeah" Flamepaw agreed. It would keep the fox attack out of his mind. After walking out of camp, Frostheart asked, "Do you believe in StarClan?"

"What's StarClan?"

"StarClan is the deceased ancestors, descends, and the Clan mates of the Clan cats. Cats are allowed to enter StarClan only if they have died and has lived a honorable life ad has followed the Warrior code." Frostheart explained.

"Oh. That's good to know." I replied.

"Yeah. We warrior cats believe in StarClan. Leaders go to MotherMouth to get their nine lives." said Frostheart. 

"Okay." Flamepaw paused. He heard a scuffling between two bushes. A mouse was nibbling on a nut. Flamepaw jumped into a hunting crouch and leaped, landing squarely on his prey. 

"Nice catch." said Frostheart. It really doesn't look like you need to be a appearance."

"I did learn a lot at BloodClan . . . ." Thoughts of Flamepaw's father clouded his mind. "Let's just go back to camp." We walked back to camp. Everything looked normal. Cats were sharing tongues. Appearances were training in the training hollow.  Frostpaw was with them. Hunting parties were keeping the fresh pile full of prey. Flamepaw padded up to the fresh pile and took a magpie to eat. he sat down where he was yesterday and took a bight out of the magpie. Flamepaw finished his magpie and  scented something smoky. Like fire! 

"Fire!" I howled! the others freaked out. CloverStar dashed out of her den and called, 

"Everyone stick together!" the smoke was getting stronger. But it was weird, it was not hot at all. It was warm but not hot at all. The cats could see the raging fire. CloverStar howled, "Run!" all the cats ran, the smoke clogging their lunges. Flamepaw stopped. Where was Frostpaw? 

AH! fire! run! Just kidding. let's all hope that Frostpaw will get out. Fun Fact of the Day:

A cat can jump up to five times its own height in a single bound.  We are at 571 words!