A silhouette crept through the bushes, ears flicking and swiveling to catch the slightest of sounds. A scent suddenly flooded her nostrils and she leapt out of the way as claws crashed down on the spot where she'd been moments before. Darting out of the shrubbery, she leapt over another attacker, her precious cargo whimpering as it was thrown around. Suddenly in a flash of brown, someone bowled her over and her kit flew out of her jaws into the soft moss nearby. The mother reared onto her hind legs, throwing of the she-cat and running over to her kit, who was mewling in distress. Standing protectively over her kit, the silver-gray tabby she cat hissed as the fire colored she-cat stalked towards her followed by a dark grey tom and a golden she cat.

"Stay back!" The silver she cat snarled, unsheathing her claws and lashing her tail.

"Then stay out of of our territory," the golden she cat snarled back, who the silver cat noticed, had sparks emanating from her fur.

Growling, the silver cat took her kit, and motioned with her tail. An orange and white kit came running out of the bushes and pressed against mother's side.

"Come along Lily," The silver she cat said around the orange kit hanging in her jaws, heading away towards the edge of the territory.

The she kit followed her mother obediently into the shadows, but not before hissing at the group.

"Sparkfur, you had to be so mean with the intruder?" The dark grey tom said to golden she cat.

"You wouldn't understand Smokehaze, being a Medicine Cat and all, you guys don't do boundaries and that kind of stuff," said Sparkfur, sitting down.

"Well there's still such thing as manners," Smokehaze muttered padding over to the river and digging up some burdock root.

"We've got to report back to camp, it's nearly Sunhigh," the fire colored she-cat called, her white tail twitching in annoyance at the two.

Nodding, he took the herbs and they went to report to camp.

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Smokepelt led Sparkfur and Lighttail into camp as they went off to do their duties, Smokehaze headed into the hollow tree that served as the den. After tucking the Burdock into the herb store he lapped at a clear puddle that had gathered in the corner. He lifted his head, and peered at the reflection, eyes narrowed. The sent of fox and smoke wafted into the den and he jumped, the water swirling to create a shape. Eyes glowing pale yellow, he saw the shapes of two cats in the water dancing around each other.

"May the fire come and the foxes run..." Whispered a voice in his head.

"Beware a warrior you cannot trust... Clan loyalties broke... two will come... unite... or be destroyed."

"Wait!" Smokehaze cried into the void of his mind.

He was thrown back into his body and he opened his eyes, still crouching by the puddle. Standing up, he padded urgently down the slope and towards a Burnt Sycamore, where a dark brown tabby resided

"Smokehaze?" The leader asked, shaking his tabby pelt out and sitting down.

Smokehaze stood and spoke.

"Doom haunts the forest."

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