A flash of orange fur could be seen in the overgrown undergrowth. Reflective orange eyes shined in the pale moonlight. Suddenly, many cats poured down into the hollow. Cats with long, fluffy, layered bright white fur and icy blue and bark brown eyes; FloeClan cats. Cats with yellow and orange fur, with many a type of markings, and short or no fur, and orange eyes; cats of BlazeClan. Cats with long, sleek, blue and grey pelts, and green eyes; cats of RushClan. And cats with dark grey, short, ruff pelts and grey and white eyes; Those of RavenClan.
A fifth group of cats poured in from all around the hollow. One of all pelt and eye colors, with long and short fur, and many a breeds. This clan was known as SycamoreClan. A jet black tom, a calico she-cat, an ice white she-cat, a bright yellow tom, and a light grey tom all leaped onto a large rock in the middle of the deep rut, the hollow.
"Smolderstar, step fourth and share your news!" The ice white she-cat boomed. Her voice was deep, and orderly. No patience was shown as the wind blew threw her long thick pelt. The light grey tom stepped fourth. "RushClan has good news!" He boomed, his voice light and airy, yet carrying all around the hollow. Cheers from all the cats rang in the hollow. "We have new kits in the nursery! Three healthy toms from Reedheart, Boulderkit, Stormkit, and Thunderkit!" The cheers died down. "And a new apprentice and warrior. Yarrowfang and Mourningpaw!" Smolderstar stepped back.
"Smokestar!" The pale she cat boomed, with more patience. The jet black tom stepped fourth, his pelt shining in the pale light. His white eyes flashed around the cats of the hollow. "We have news. Its not all good, though." Cats looked at each other, whispering at his sad, quiet voice. "Twolegs have invaded a clearing bordering mine and FloeClan's borders. They come close to our camps, and have taken our apprentices and warriors." Cats gasps traveled to the ears of the leader. His heart cracked even more with pity. "We will get rid of them. They will leave by leaf-fall, I guarantee it." He looked around. "That's to long!" One cat yowled. "Hush, Kestrelpaw." Smokestar snapped. "Leaf-fall is a season away, we will survive!" He called out. "And we have a new kit, Shadowkit." Smokestar moved back to his place on the rock.
"Sparkstar!" The white she cats icy gaze landed on the leaders burning one. He stepped fourth. "Prey is scarce, and a fire is slowly spreading. Thanks to Smolderstar, we have been able to slow it down. We have a new warrior, Redclaw." Redclaw licked his red fur, his face flushed. Sparkstar stepped back, nodding to the calico she-cat.
"Hollyfur!" The calico she cat stepped fourth. "Heronstar is very ill, and cannot attend, so I, her deputy, attend in her place. Do not take Heronstar's sickness as weakness. We are still very strong!" Hollyfur yowled. "We have two new apprentices and three new warriors. Cherryfoot, Longlegs, Appletuft, Blossompaw, and Maplepaw." Hollyfur stepped back. Cats were very confused at the deputy being there.
The white she-cat stepped fourth. "I, Twinklestar, have no news, except prey is scarce." Twinklestar turned, and leaped from the rock. She padded to the edge of the hollow. "FloeClan!" She screeched. A white cat turned to an orange one. "I'm sorry, Hawkheart, I must leave." He bowed his head in apology. "It is okay, Ivoryheart." She bowed her head in acceptance. Ivoryheart bounded off to join his clanmates, as Hawkheart watched in dismay. Her swollen belly carried his kits.
A small blue she-cat conversed with a large grey she-cat. "I'm sorry about your border problem." The small one squeaked. "It's okay, Clarice." The large grey cat replied solemnly. Clarice nodded. "I-I heard your deputy now, Swishtail." "Yes, I am, since Violetstar has passed." Swishtail replied.
The leaders conversed on the rock, their eyes warm and pelts smoothed. They were calm, and happy. Hollyheart looked at Sparkstar, giggling as she talked to Smokestar. Smokestar smiled at her apprentice-like attitude. Her tail curled around her paws, as she looked back at him.
Sparkstar and Smolderstar conversed, deep in conversation. "The new kits are mine!" Smolderstar boasted, his chest puffed out in pride. "Redclaw is my son." He murmured. "That's right, you're older than old Smokestar!" They both laughed.
Sparkstar turned and padded out to the edge of the rock. "I'm sorry to call this joyous meeting to an end, but the sun has poked up from the peaks!" He yowled out.
His footing slipped on a few loose rock, and he plummeted down onto his deputy and medicine cat. All the lay in a groaning pile, as Hollyfur stepped to the edge. It cracked, and a cat grabbed her scruff as it fall, and pushed itself from the falling rock. It landed on the piled cats, crushing them.
Hollyfur's yowl rang into the night, as she stared in horror at the place where she could have died. She looked at the cat behind her, leying on the ground. His fur was russet, greyed with old age. "Dimleaf?" He lifted his head. "Hollyfur." He meowed back. "I guess it was four lives for one." He murmured. "Dimleaf! No!" Dimleaf laid his head on the ground, and he was gone.