*Mudstripe*

"Let them think we are weak! We need help! And if they attack us because they think we are weak then it's not like that would be any worse than the situation we are already in! Asking for help is not a weak thing to do!' I stop speaking, realizing I am ranting again. "I'm going back out to hunt" I abruptly turn away and head out of the camp.

MoorClan
Snailshell bit her lip slightly, watching him leave nervously before deciding to bound after him "I'm coming with you."

*Mudstripe*

"Alright" I say, enjoying her company. After we have been walking a few minutes we run into a pair of rouges.



*Foxflame*

"Who are you?" I say in a semi-respectful way. My father and I eye the cats nervously, although they seem skinny I know they have an advantage as my father can't fight anymore. I mean he would if he had to but he would be very weak.

MoorClan
Snailshell sighed at the new comers, her fur bristling defensively and she let out a low growl "We're MoorClan warriors. There's no room in our clan" We couldn't feed you she added in her head "Leave or we'll chase you out."

*Mudstripe*

"Hold on, I recognize these cats. That's Foxflame and her father. Even though her father can't hunt anymore, she is a wonderful hunter. Notice how even though she has to care for him, neither of them are starving like us? Maybe they are the help we need. Plus if I remember correctly, they tell the best stories, especially Crow" I say. I secretly hope they can live with us.

MoorClan
Snailshell looked at Mudstripe then back at Foxflame. They did look a lot better than them "How do you even know them?" she was still bristling nervously.

*Mudstripe*

"Remember when we were apprentices and I kept disappearing places? Well, I was meeting with him. He and his mate lived sort of close to us just a little ways out of the territory. Crowpelt was like a second mentor to me. When his mate died and left him to care for his kit, Foxflame, alone he moved away and I haven't seen him since until now. That's why I was so sad the day after my Warrior Ceremony" I explain.

MoorClan
Nodded "Well, it's their choice to come." She padded deeper into the moors, scenting the air for prey.

*Mudstripe*

"Come on" I tell the two rouges. I hope Crowpelt can keep up and he seems to be doing alright for now. I know it will be good to have Foxpelt with us and I am right. Pretty soon she has managed to catch two fat rabbits, Crowpelt helping by scaring them to her.

MoorClan
Snailshell padded through the trees, her stomach yowling as she twisted through the bracken/ bushes. She couldn't smell anymore prey unluckily. Foxflame and Mudstripe could go flirt all they wanted. She didn't care.