This means war

[Sunny]

Scream scented the filthy air. It smelled like disgusting, foul cats living in the dirty wild. She scrunched up her nose, trying to block out the stench. It was overwhelming and got stronger as she walked. Scream occaisionally saw the cats that possessed this smell; they looked ragged and unkempt. Her expression turned very solid so it made it impossible to read any emotions. Her pace quickened until she reached a thorny entrance to something where the smell was the strongest. She disregarded it's purpose and marched straight through. Her eyes gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the trees and blackness of her fur engulfed the onlooker. She marched right into a small clearing. There were cats here and the smell was practically deadly. She kept a solid face and walked to the center. If she was to rule everything, she had to know what her "everything" was exactly.

Her hard stare was enough to petrify anyone but the bravest and her fighting skills were yet to be matched. Scream's love for killing and death made her a huge threat. She smiled wickedly at the cats on the brim of the clearing. She sat down and licked her paw, running it over her face calmly. She showed no concern but something about her sent a shiver down any sane cats spine. Scream showed her confidence and disregard for worry in her slouched poise and slow grooming. Her heart was a solid ice block, and anyone who stood in her way would be killed. She travelled alone as she thought a companion was a sign of weakness; having to rely on anothers help. And there she sat, at the center of the clearing, in a terrifying state.

[*<i.am.starclan>*]

Amberstar walked out of his old unkept den and yawned loudly. He glanced carelessly at the mud caked ground of the old SkyClan camp and walked slowly toward the fresh kill pile. The old leader was trying to look calm and collected even though many cats had died in the past few months making their numbers low. Not to mention the lack of food, or make that good food, as it grew closer to leafbare. There was also the dens, ah the dens. The dens which used to belong to strong and heathy SkyClan warriors though now they only were the home to a couple warriors. Plus they leaked like crazy.

Continuing to walk toward the fresh kill pile, he barely noticed the clearing growing quiet almost suddenly. Carefully Amberstar picked up a frail looking bird, that had suddenly dropped into his paws when he was hunting as if to say: 'Just kill me already!', and sat down. The bird was about three or four inches long and had basicly no meat on it's bones but Amberstar knew it was the best they had. "Ahh... nothing like a good hearty breakfast before hunting and battle training!" The ginger tom mewed cheerfully though he knew what was coming ahead, more thin frail birds and not even a whiff of rabbit! Oh well... The former Windclanner and Skyclanner thought to himself. At least there is enough food for everyone of us. Trying to put the dread he had in his heart Amberstar finished his bird and walked over to the warriors den where Oliveclaw was just waking up.

He had just recently met up with his son during the battle with the tribe. Oliveclaw was about to kill Amberstar until the leader had told his son about how much he loved him. The younger cat then let his father go and the two kin were friends again. But after they had reunited they discovered Flameclaw almost dying. They had dragged the brave young warrior back to camp with high hopes that the former medicine cat of SkyClan, Meadowstream, would try her best to heal him. Since then he had been to tired from fighting and making the new clan that he had fallen asleep right away. Now it was time to talk to his old enemy again. This time he hoped they could still keep their peace.

"Good morning young hunter--son!" Amberstar said, messing up greatly. He would usually say 'young hunter' to an apprentice or a very young warrior. Oliveclaw was neither of these and was reaching his twentyith moon soon. The old leader looked nervously at his son but Oliveclaw dipped his head cheerfully and respectfully, unlike anything he had ever done to Amberstar. "Good morning father." Oliveclaw meowed, returning the respectful response. "Thanks for not killing me yesterday." Amberstar waited for the calm reply but was met with a yowl of pure hatred. "Why in the freakin world are you here you crowfood eater!" The leader was taken aback and tried to ask Oliveclaw what he was talking about but all Oliveclaw did was sprint past him. Amberstar turned swiftly around still unaware that the reason Oliveclaw was mad wasn't because of him.

Finally the old ginger leader focused his eyes on a pure black she-cat Oliveclaw was heading toward. Amberstar's grew big as he sized her up. He had smelled and seen this cat before, sitting calmly yet fiercely on her front porch. He noticed that she had long black legs with a few unnoticeable scars on them as if a medicine cat had heeled them well. The middle aged she-cat also had jaw dropping blue eyes that looked almost innocent yet evil. The dark black she-cat's gaze swept over the crowd of frozen MountainClanners as if they were challenging her authority.

Glancing angrly at his frozen stiff clan mates, the leader padded grumpily over to his son's side. "Good day ma'm!" He said dipping his head curtly to the she-cat. "May I ask what you're doing here?" He glowered at the she-cat, knowing what she had come for already. Amberstar could've guessed from the first day he had seen her. The day he had seen her was when.. she was gathering muscular kittypets on her doorstep and pointing with her tail at the mountains where he lived. THE MOUNTAINS!! She was probably plotting to take over the whole mountains and kill every last clan cat living there.

"I'll tell you what she's doing here!" Oliveclaw's yowl brought Amberstar out of his thoughts. "She's here to destory us! Did you NOT see the look on her face?!" The leader nodded but raised his tail gingerly at Oliveclaw, telling his son to hush. "Excuse Oliveclaw, ma'm!" The older ginger tom mewed, trying to be nice. "He... doesn't mean any harm..." Amberstar looked at Oliveclaw but his son didn't seem to notice the critizium in his voice. "Anyways ma'm what is your name and where are you from. Either that or leave!" He stared fiercely back at her. I hope she leaves and never returns Amberstar thought to himself. But if she doesn't... we're in deep trouble...