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Willowstream went into the clearing containing the Great Boulder, looking for Heatherwing. It was the next Gathering. She looked up and noticed Dappleclaw was standing on the Boulder.

"Hey, why is Dappleclaw here?" a voice behind her asked. She turned around to see Heatherwing.

"I don't know," she replied, alittle stumped. She watched as the other leaders poured in. Mousestar came in, looking defeated.

"Hey, Mousestar! Why is Dappleclaw here?" Willowstream asked, although she probably knew he wouldn't know.

"Attack!" Mousestar howled as the Duskclan cats ran in.

"Reedclan, attack!" Cloudstar yowled as the Reedclan cats ran and locked into battle. Willowstream ran towards an innocent, weak tabby and clawed at her fur. She screeched and ran off, too weak to defend herself. The Reedclan deputy ran into another cat and fought with him. She raked her claws and slashed out at cats surrounding her. A few cats fled and she noticed Cloudstar fighting 3 cats at once.

"Cats, let's go!" Cloudstar howled as they raced down into the clearing, where all 4 clans meet at the full moon. Willowstream rushed into the clearing and looked up at the looming Great Boulder. This was where all the clan leaders would stand and present their news, starting with Grassclan and ending with Snowclan. She spotted her friend, Heatherwing, and walked over to her.

"Hi," Willowstream mewed and began to groom herself.

"How's everything in Reedclan? Everything in Grassclan is well," Heatherwing replied.

"Cats of Reedclan come and gather around the Tree!" Cloudstar yowled over the mass of cats. The queens came out of the nursery, some with tussling kittens, and others with large bellies. The elders stepped out from their cozy den, alittle fazed. Apprentices were uneasy, anxious to be a warrior. One apprentice, in particular, was antsy.

Willowstream sniffed the air. Her apprentice, Silverpaw, recoiled back, her nose scrunched up. Before she could speak, large cats jumped out of nowhere. She unsheathed her claws and her silver tabby apprentice followed. A huge black tom jumped at her and she lashed at his muzzle. He jumped back, blood falling from his wound. He tried swiping at her, but she dodged. He jumped up, but landed the wrong way. Willowstream was able to scratch at his soft underbelly, which was completely exposed. She scored a long gash into him and he fled, running into the clump of brambles.

This story is about the brave Willowstream and how she has to survive through tough times in the forest. She will have to face the evil and plotting Dappleclaw, a dangerous encounter with Humans, a vicious dog, and a Wildfire that only one cat can avert. Read on and look for each weekly installment! Enjoy!!!