An unfamiliar scent hung in the air as one non-Grassclan cat paced through the long grass. So far, the enemy had been lucky. But her luck was about to change as a figure jumped out on the tress passer and knocked her against a tree.
"Why are you here?" hissed the attacker, who was now revealed to be Starfire, one of the young Grassclan warriors.
"Calm, Starfire." meowed another cat sternly, stepping into view.
"Darkstripe." the intruder gave him a respectful nod.
"Why are you here, Sandstorm?" asked Darkstripe calmly.
"I need to talk to some of your Clan." she said. "Crowstar, Waterlily, and of course Rosepaw."
"Starfire, Bushpaw, Flowerpaw" he named his companions. "This is Sandstorm. Spiritclan's deputy."
Bushpaw and Flowerpaw looked up at the she-cat in awe. Even Starfire was impressed as she looked Sandstorm up and down over and over, admiring her small size, yet high rank in a Clan.
"You...you're a deputy?" asked Flowerpaw with a amazed look on her face. When the ginger cat nodded back, Flowerpaw turned to Darkstripe. "How come she's so small and weak? All out deputies have been big and strong!"
Darkstripe hushed her, noticing the glare on Sandstorm's face. "She may be small but she is not weak!" he whispered in her ear. "She is one of the best fighters in the whole forest!"
In the time Flowerpaw and Darkstripe had been talking, Bushpaw had begun to talk to Sandstorm. "So why were you chosen to be deputy?" he asked innocently.
"Well." she began. "Maybe because of my skills, or loyalty, you can never know for sure why you're chosen."
Bushpaw obviously wasn't satisfied with is answer, but before he could say any more Darkstripe spoke up. "Come on, Sandstorm. We'll take you back to camp."
"Thank you Darkstripe."
He began to lead her towards the camp.
Back at camp, there were several confused glances staring at the newcomers.
"Darkstripe." spoke Crowstar from the shadows of her den. "Why have you brought Sandstorm here?"
"She says she must talk to you." replied Darkstripe.
"And Rosepaw." Sandstorm added. "And Waterlily."
"Very well." Crowstar nodded. "We shall speak in my den. Waterlily! Rosepaw!" she called the medicine cats before disappearing into the darkness of her den.
In Crowstar's den the four cats are settling down ready to listen to Sandstorm.
"OK." she began. "Well I had a dream from StarClan. And no one will listen to me."
TO BE CONTINUED.