#quailspots

Apprentice: Firefoot

"Invasion! We're being invaded!" Quailspots head jerked up, her eyelids heavy with sleep. All around her, warriors were beginning to stir as well. "OakClan moved the border!" OakClan? Adrenaline coursed through the deputys muscles as she sprang out of her nest and into the clearing. A half moon hung in the sky, making the rocks where BirchClan had decided to make its home glow with moonlight. Her eyes trailed to the center of camp, where a nervous looking black tom with a white streaked back was addressing Ryestar. She made her way over, pricking her ears to listen to what the warrior had to say. "How many are there?" Ryestar drove her claws into the ground as she spoke. "It looks like half the clan is there!" The tom said with wide eyes. Ryestar drew her lips back in a snarl. "I thought the agreement was set to last until the gathering?" Quailspots chimed in. She saw her leaders tail lash with anger. "I thought OakClan had honor, but clearly Nightstar proved me wrong." Ryestar sighed, turning to her. "I want you to lead the first patrol. Take Quickfeather, Doespring, Fernleap, and Crowpaw." Ryestar fixed her fiery green gaze on the tom in front of her. "Lightningtail, you're with me. Go fetch Ravencloud, Cinderfur, Seedfur, and Cometpaw." Lightningtail nodded, running in the direction of where the warriors were clumped. Quailspots followed him, calling the cats to her patrol. "Keep your wits about you, we don't know what those fox-hearts are planning." Quailspots dipped her head to her leader before racing out of the camp entrance. She felt Ravencloud slide into a steady trot next to her. Her long time friend glanced sideways at her. "I can't believe Nightstar would go back on his word like that! He usually honors his word." Her green eyes were sparked with confusion. Quailspots simply shook her head, trying to gather her jumbled thoughts. She skidded to a stop just before the bushed and raised her tail to tell her patrol to do the same. Inhaling, she lifted her head and strode out of the bushes. She was greeted by a brown tabby with splashes of white. "Hawkswoop." She curtly greeted her fellow deputy. "Would you like to explain why you are on BirchClan's territory?" The tom known as Hawkswoop simply drew his lips back in a snarl. "This was never BirchClan's territory in the first place! Nightstar was feeling sorry for your pitiful clan, that's the only reason why he gave it up in the first place!" Hawkswoop lashed his tail. A skinny brown and black tom took a step forward from behind Quailspots. "Then how come he isn't here?" The tom known as Quickfeather exclaimed boldly. She noticed a flash of panic light up Hawkswoop's amber gaze before fading in an instant. "How come your fearless leader isn't here either?" The tom tried to counter-reason. Quailspots ear flicked as she noticed the shadows of her clanmates silently slinking behind the enemy patrol. She signaled for Quickfeather to step back. "This is your last chance. Either you and your clan leaves, or we make you." She slid out her claws, noting that the other deputy did the same. "Never! Besides, do you really think you can take us on? We outnumber you!" Hawkswoop snarled, claws digging into the ground. Quailspots simply met him with a smirk as she heard a familiar cry from behind the other clan. "BirchClan, attack!"