A Tense Environment.

[Brambles]

Ferns parted in the tom's wake as he thrust himself through them, trailed by one of similar frame, but the pelt a shade of gray that could either be seen as light or dark. Both tom's, green orbs glowing in the faint light that streamed through dense foliage, made way along an invisible line, a border, with another Clan. The black furred tom, the biggest, halted, muzzle raised into the chilly winter air. "DuneClan. They approach." The tom's gruff voice rang out, the gray one's ears flicking curiously. "Do we wait for them?" The younger toms melodic voice sang, then he looked over his shoulder, adding, "And we lost Lilacaroma. We need to wait for least aways." The black pelted tom nodded, then lowered his head again to stare into the gray tom's green orbs. "We wait, for them."

[Amber]

Stormstar padded along, her patrol in tow. She neared the FernClan border, and scented the air. "Good. A patrol, with Dragonwing at the head," she commented.

Opalstone followed her mother with a nod.

Lilacaroma ran up to Stormwing and Dragonwing, gasping for breath. What she hadn't told Stormwing, was that she was pregnant, and expecting his kits. She was having trouble keeping up, but even she herself didn't yet know she was in the early, nearing middle, stages already.

[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Blackflame came up beside Stormstar his posture relaxed, but his mind was stiff and tense. He knew the dirt had changed his pelt color, and muffled his scent, but he couldn't help but think that he might be found out. "Will you meet with them here or ask to go to there camp?" He whispered to Stormstar.

[Brambles]

Stormwing glanced back at Lilacaroma, smiling at his mate. 'Soon enough you will not be able to leave the camp.' He purred, nuzzling her upon the forehead. 'Come, Dragonheart has scented Stormstar headed this way.' Dragonheart nodded and padded to along the border, halting a moment later beside some dying ferns, their once green hue turned a crsipy brown from lack of water. Both toms sat, waiting for the DuneClan leader's arrival.

Desertstorm trudged almost reluctantly beside Auburnsheen and Thistleclaw as they brought up the back of the patrol. The tom glanced around warily, and his yellow orbs glowed with angst. He felt too overcrowded, and the need to get away was strong. But he could not, not here, not now.

[Amber]

Lilacaroma nodded, quicking her pace to match Dragonheart's. She sat next to Stormwing when she caught up, leaning against him, and wondering what the DuneClan leader wanted.

Stormstar finally spotted three figures in the distance. Dragonheart, Stormwing, and Lilacaroma. She approached them, no sign of hostility in her stance.

[Brambles]

Stormstar's patrol size caught Dragonheart off guard, and the black tom tensed for a moment. Having then realized that Stormstar showed no hostility, at the moment, the tom relaxed slightly, dipping his head as the leader approached. 'Stormstar, I did not expect such a visit from you.' He meowed, glancing over the patrol; Desertstorm, Thistleclaw, Auburnsheen, Opaltstone, and a tom. Dragonheart's gaze lingered on Blackflame for a moment, curiousity sparked in his eyes, then looked back at Stormstar, meoweing in his gruff voice, 'What service do you ask of Stormstar?'

Stormwing gazed cautiously at the DuneClan cats, remembering the time where Thistleclaw, Thistlestar then, had lost a life to Fawnstar, when he was still alive. His own green gaze seemed locked on Blackflame. Something about that tom wasn't right, but Stormwing could not quite place it.

[Amber]

We come in peace, Stormstar assured, I've come to ask about allying. The prophecy predicted that ten must become four to survive.

[Brambles]

Dragonheart's geen orbs glowed with curiousity at Stormstar's statement. The tom nodded. 'I know very well what the Prophecy had said, I was there too.' Dragonheart looked back at Lilacaroma and Stormwing, then back at the DuneClan cats. The bulky tom nodded thoughtfully, then meowed, 'I may accept this offer, but I must know of something first.' Stormwing stepped up quickly, catching sidelong glances from his father, before meowing, 'We need to know if you've seen a cat called Demonstorm.'

[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Blackflame has silently been hoping that Fernclan wouldn't accept this offer, but when they did he only gave a brief sigh. Looking at the three familar cats he tensed slightly when his old name was mentioned. 'Relax or they will suspect something.' He told himself as he forced himself to calm down.

{(I'm just going to add Jasperpaw, because I'm bored.)}

Jasperpaw had decided to go find a few herbs on his own. His orignal plan was to get a patch of yarrow, that grew just across the Duneclan border. When he saw the patrol he stopped and tried to think of an excuse why he was there.

[Amber]

"No, I haven't, Stormstar replied, "Is something wrong?" Her gaze was curious and questioning. I wonder who this Demonstorm cat is, and what he did in the first place.

Opalstone blinked in confusion. Why would DuneClan cats see Demonstorm, and who was he?

Lilacaroma stood up arubtly at the mention of Demonstorm's name.

[Brambles]

Thistleclaw glanced cuiously towards Stormwing, then back to Dragonheart as the black tom began to speak. 'Demonstorm is a traitor to our Clan. He murdered Foxtail and Fawnstar, and was thus banished from our Clan. His mate of past had kits, three toms, all of which are now in our Clan.' Pausing momentarily, Dragonheart craned his neck, peering at the newly arrived Jasperpaw. 'Jasperpaw, a medicine cat apprentice of ours, is one of his kits.' Stormwing flicked his gaze between Jasperpaw and Blackflame. Something about the two seemed uncomfortably similar.

[rem<EMBER me]

Fogbreeze was out hunting, when all of a sudden he saw a patrol from his clan talking to some Duneclan cats. He saw his brother, Jasperpaw, among them, so he began to approach the group. When he got close enough, he realized his father was with the Duneclan cats. He didn't say anything, but nudged his brother and looked at him questioningly, as if to ask What is he doing here?

[Darketh[the not so kind]]

Jasperpaw looked at Fogbreeze with a sharp stare and shook his head. "Don't say anything." He whispered to his brother so only he could hear.

Blackflame listened with an uneasy ruffle in his fur. He couldn't help but stare at his two sons with a proud gaze then turned back to Stormstar. "I don't think we've seen a cat like that in Duneclan territory." He replied since the leader didn't appear to be answering.

[Brambles]

Dragonheart;;

Green orbs flicked from Stormstar to Blackflame. Dragonheart stared, stone-faced, at Blackflame, his orbs scanning the tom's. Something about him was...familiar. But Dragonheart was unable to exactly piece it all together. Without removing his gaze from Blackflame, Dragonheart meowed, 'Yes, of course.' Stormwing gave a small huff and murmured, just loud enough for Dragonheart and Blackflame, 'He probably ran straight to the Uncharted Territory after his sons left him.' The deputy flicked a stern gaze towards his son, who lowered his head in turn, a smug look across his face. Dragonheart turned back towards Stormstar, meowing, 'I will announce our..alliance at a Clan meeting later today.'

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[Amber]

Stormstar nodded. "Thankyou."

Thorntooth stood behind Fogbreeze and Jasperpaw about a fox-length back. He swore he had to stop himself from saying, "Hi, Dad."