Tree Kitty

To Spotty

ACCEPTABLE!

Chapter 1
The TreeClan deputy Spottedtail sat near the Fallen Birch. Wind ruffled her gray spotted tabby fur. "Foxpelt, Breezewhisker, Sparrowheart and Deerleg," She raised her voice, her ears up and alert. "I want you to go on a patrol to Twolegplace, to find out if there are kittypets or rogues who have taken TreeClan prey." Sparrowheart, a black-and-orange tom, poked his head out from the Warriors Den. "Do we go now?" He asked. Spottedtail nodded. "Yes." "Well, then, let's go." Breezewhisker, a silver tabby tom nodded towards the camp entrance, as the other cats started getting up for the patrol.

Sparrowheart's paws padded against the hard Twolegplace ground. Twoleg Nests were all in a neat row. Foxpelt lead the patrol, and Sparrowheart was in the back. Deerleg stopped. His light brown fur bristled. "What is it?" Foxpelt asked, his orange fur flat and relaxed. "I can smell prey!" Deerleg exclaimed. "I can lead you to the scent." He leaped in front of Foxpelt and dashed towards a Twoleg Nest. Sparrowheart caught the scent too. "Deerleg, this is dangerous!" He meowed. "We can't just run to a Twoleg Nest." "No, behind it!" The warrior replied, running behind a Twoleg Nest. The other 3 cats stopped. "Quick! Hide!" A voice yowled. "Who is he?" Another voice sounded behind  the Twoleg Nest. "We won't harm you!" Breezewhisker called. The Clan cats walked behind the Twoleg Nest, and saw 5 kittypets crouching defensively together.

"You won't harm us?" One kittypet, a dark gray she-cat asked, her ears twitching. "No," Breezewhisker mewed. "We would never harm innocent kittypets." The kittypets stood up, but stared at each other in confusion. "Why have you come here?" A black kittypet asked, his yellow eyes wide. "Prey has been missing from the forest," Deerleg began. "We are from TreeClan, and the other forest Clans are WaterClan and MistClan. We came here to make sure no kittypets or rogues had taken prey." As he finished, the cats stared at each other. "Prey? Nope, no prey here." A tortoiseshell she-cat meowed. "Not that I've seen." A brown tabby tom said. "Well then," The black tom spoke up. "We'd be happy to help you look for the theif. We are house cats who like helping other cats solve and answer their questions. I'm Knight." He introduced himself. He flicked his tail at the brown tabby. "That is Smores," He mumbled. He pointed with his black tail at the dark gray she-cat. "That's Cloud." Knight said, as Cloud nodded. The fluffy gray kittypet pointed with a paw at the tortoiseshell. "This is Dapple," Cloud continued the introduction. "And this is Amelie." She pointed her paw at a white she-cat with blue eyes. "She doesn't speak much; she's deaf." Cloud told the Clan cats. "Hey!" A new, deeper voice growled. "Oh no," Dapple crouched down low. "Hook is coming." A large, muscular cat walked into the group of Clan cats. He was a dark gray tabby tom with piercing dark green eyes. But he wasn't a kittypet; he had dank rogue scent, and had no collar. ''So this is Hook. ''"Why have you brought Clan cats here?" Hook spat angrily. "W-we didn't welcome them here." Dapple stepped back. "So you didn't welcome them here," Hook narrowed his eyes. "Then prove it! Fight!"