It was a cold day. Rain drizzled on the land, leaving wet spots and mud for a cat to possibly slip in. A brown tabby followed by a calico she-cat and golden-brown tom entered their way in camp. Dens made out of twigs and moss surrounded them, and they were facing a huge rock with a hole. The cat's stepped into the clearing. They were covered with water. "Hay!" The Brown tabby called out. Suddenly a Golden tom with blue eyes appeared. Hay the leader of SunClan. He ammediatly confronted them. "How was the patrol? Did you see anything?" The brown tabby shook his head. "Just some strange scents and a rabbit. Though we did scent something ... quit strange. It wasn't ShadeClan or TreeClan scent though. A musky scent. It seems we have more company in the forest." The brown tabby meowed. Hay narrowed his eyes to slits. The Golden-Brown tabby stepped forward. He showed a dead bird, growling. "We also found this. Those rogue mouse-hearts killed our prey!" He snarled. The calico she-Cat put her tailtip on the time. "Cool down, Thorn. We must first figure out who did this." She turned to Hay. "We know TreeClan and ShadeClan didn't do this though. We caught a glimpse of the cats. A black one, and a grey one." Hay growled. "Whoever they are, we will find out and they will pay. For now I'll send extra patrols. If you see them again bring them straight to me." All the cats nodded, before going into the warriors' den.