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Orbit padded through the forest, the other cats trailing behind. The cats walked for a short time before they came to a short opening where the Windclan camp was made. She padded to the entrance and called, ""Windclan cats, I wish to speak to your leader. We come in peace." She sat down and, curled her tail around her paws, awaiting an answer.

"Oi," exclaimed a voice. "Guys, there is a group of rouges at the camp entrance, somebody better do something," yelled Emberpaw to the rest of the clan. He had a bunch of herbs in his mouth and was staring at Orbit and the rest of them. "Get Falconstar!"

Feathertail let out a growl as the cats showed up at the enterance. "No. There is no need to bother Falconstar. It's just a group of rogues." The older warrior moved closer to the stinky rogues. "What do you want? And it better be good, or else I will chase you out in a heartbeat." She said with a growl towards the rogues. How did they keep ending up so close to camp without someone noticing? She would need to ask Falconstar to increase patrols so that way this didn't keep happening.

Orbit looked at Gladepaw. "Before Glade joined windclan, she lived with us." she took in a sharp breath. Yesterday, her sister died. We wish she accompany us to help us bury her."

Gladepaw emerged from the apprentice, tears still straining her face. "Pl-please don't fight.." She choked to Feathertail, Flanes, and Orbit.

Another growl emitted from Feathertail's throat. "No. She may not come along. Her sister threatened my clanmates. And Gladepaw is apart of Windclan now not some rogue group. As far as I am concerned Gladepaw isn't a rogue anymore, and if she goes along with you, then thats all I will see her as. She has a clan to help now, she doesn't have time to assist you." The gray she-cat said. All of her words rang true in her mind. If Gladepaw did go along with them then Feathertail wouldn't see Gladepaw as a warrior anymore.

Orbit nodded. She had expected this.

Gladepaw looked like she was lifeless. She didn't say a word, and her face was drenched in tears. She slowly padded back into the apprentice den, and didn't want to emerge from her comfy nest.

Flames simply stared, and muttered under his breath, "If you had a sister who was a rouge wouldn't youwant to be at her burial?"

Emberpaw watched with interest, cocking his head to the side with a smirk on his face at the orange furred rouge's sassy remark to Feathertail. It's about to get hard core all up in here! He laughed quietly and urgently waited for a response from the warrior.

"If I was a true clan cat, I would understand that the warrior code doesn't allow for divided loyalties." Gorsefeather spoke waspishly brought over by his apprentice's call. He unimpressed by how these rogues just waltzed into their camp like it was Fourtrees. He was going to have words with whoever was guarding camp since they weren't doing their job. And though he had doubted Gladepaw's conviction, the tom was impressed that she'd returned to her den. Perhaps she was serious about becoming a clan cat, though her bloodline made her unsuitable in his eyes. "I suggest you leave rogue before you find out why our clan has survived the moons while petty rogue groups such as yours haven't."

Flames bared his teeth, and tried to hold back an angry snarl, but instead let the snarl out. He narrowed his eyes, and stepped forward. "I don't take orders from herb smelling cats! I am a leader! I give the orders to my Clan." He hissed, tilting his head and unsheathing his claws.

Lightfoot narrowed his eyes from where he was standing, having been brought into the clearing by Emberpaw's loud alarm. His fur bristled when the rogue snarled and stepped forward aggressively, and Lightfoot stepped forward as well on instinct to defend his medicine cat if he needed to. "Leaders and Clans are recognized by StarClan. You are neither a leader nor part of a Clan. Remember whose camp you're standing in, rogue, or you might not leave intact." His white tail lashed. "And a true leader would know the value of an 'herb-smelling cat.'"

Orbit half smiled. "we may be a true clan but, we still care for eachother. We only met because Flames and Gladepaws parents died and mine abandoned me. We are not rouges because we do not purposefully pose a threat. We live together, that is all. Flames just leads us. He is not what you would call a leader, though, he is only that to us.

Feathertail let out a snarl. "If you do not purposely pose a threat, then why are you standing in the middle of our camp, with your claws out? All I'm seeing is a threat. If you do not leave soon then we will be forced to take action. This is our territory, and you are invading." The senior warrior growled, with her tail lashing. Her muscles were bunched, ready to take action if one of them decided to attack.