You will do what I say, when I tell you, to who I tell you. (OPEN, DarkClan needed)

With one swift bound under the cover of night, Magpieclaw leaped over the fence into the rouge domain. Lesser cats may have though she was running, hiding - but anyone worth her time would know better than that. She knew what she was going to do was dangerous. Worth it, but dangerous. She knew the risk of exilement was high if she was caught, and though she'd try to minimise the risk, she needed a backup prepared.
The huge she-cat strolled through the dimly-lit streets, her intimidating presence clearly screaming she was not to be messed with. She'd have to assert her superiority over these cats, but make sure they knew she was reliable. Have them ready as her fallback plan.
Time to show them who was really the boss.

Sleek glanced around their camp suspiciously. The nursery needs the brambles to be woven in tighter! He padded towards the den, almost falling over from tripping over a root on the ground. The rogue eyed the root with anger and sliced it neatly. It dropped onto the ground and he took the root to the dirt place and threw it away. He glanced around the clearing once more, forgetting something. I remember something about brambles, before I tripped over the stupid plant! His short-term memory was getting worse everyday, perhaps it was the coldness of leaf-bare driving him insane and a layer of white covering the ground. Viewing it constantly was surely, driving him mad. He decided to take a walk outside the camp where there was no snow. The twoleg dens! Although it reeked of twoleg scents,  it was one of the few places where snow didn't appear in this weather. He went towards the camp entrance, making sure everything was alright, then turned around.

The chilly breeze ruffled his fur, making him shiver slightly. The snow soon disappeared from under his claws as he paced on a empty thunderpath. It was hard and his paws hurt with every step. Then he saw it, another cat. He couldn't make out who it was, maybe it was a kittypet. The tortoiseshell rogue sneaked into the shadows and stalked the cat silently, getting closer to it with every paw step.

It had the scent of SkyClan. It was definitely a warrior. He decided to reveal his hiding place, jumping out in front of the cat with hackles rosed. "Who are you?!"

An old, practically bald tom rose from the cardboard den he'd been able to scrounge up. The knowledge from his kithood was coming back to him, although he never thought he'd need it again after he'd joined Skyclan. But those seasons of being a loyal warrior were over. Rockstar had refused to perform his elder ceremony, so he left. A flame-scarred, nearly blind warrior was of no use to anyone, he would have been useless. Although he had to wonder whether or not he was still around. It had been a while.

Scorch leaped up onto the fence that bordered the alleyway he called home, feeling a twinge of regret when it was all too easy. His legs were still Skyclan strong. He watched two cats seemingly having a confrontation. "What-" he wheezed, "-is the problem, children?" If they didn't hear him over their own yelling, if they looked over he was quite obvious. Pink and brown skin against grey stone.

Bat had returned to the twolegplace, patrol as he did many times, he had to keep up with the things happening with others somehow. The scent of clan made him curious and very wary. Spotting the newcomer, he swiftly jumped down. Afterall, Pepper had told him to make somewhat of a good name with clan cats. His black pelt made him look like a shadow on the ground, pale blue eyes were the only thing giving away his presence. "You don't have the numbers to run everyone out of the barn, haven't you learned that by now?" he meowed plainly, glancing at the warrior that had yet to speak. Why were all the clan cats taking over? Were they slowly extending their borders?