Confusion

Ravenswoop padded through the forest, ducking behind a mass of green foliage and past an open clearing.
A sparrow was perched on a branch of a pine tree, plunging down to the forest floor, in search for seeds.
The deputy dropped to a low crouch, narrowing his eyes at the sight of prey. The forest was silent, as if holding its breath, and the sparrow didn't suspect a thing.
Perfect.
Ravenswoop pounced, sinking his claws into the sparrow and killing it with a swift bite. Every piece of prey was important for the clan, even if the clan wasn't the largest clan around.
"Did you see that? We're going to have to learn how to hunt if we're going to survive here," an urgent voice hissed.
Ravenswoop's ears were pricked, trying to catch the conversation.
"I know that...but...how?"
The black tom followed the voices into the clearing he passed before. There crouched a very pale silver she-cat with dark green eyes and a dark, stormy gray tom with pale blue eyes. They both stumbled back at the sight of him, eyes widened.
"I know this is all sudden but...who are you and what are you doing here?" Ravenswoop kept his voice calm, not wanting to scare them off.
The two cats exchanged a glance and the she-cat stepped forward. "I'm Holly. He's Storm. We're siblings, lost in here, nowhere to go."
Ravenswoop nodded slowly, an amused smile forming on his face. "I don't think you two would want to join SunClan, do you?"
"SunClan?" They said simultaneously.
"A clan. With a leader, deputy, medicine cat..."

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Lionstrike sped across the shoreline, flattening his ears against the wind. His mind was concentrated on other things, and he needed to get away from the clan...just for a moment.
By the time he got to the start of the forest, he was bowled over by a silver she-cat.
Shocked, the warrior tried to focus on the cat. Sky blue eyes were glaring at him from within the forest, watching him. "N-Nightbreeze?"
The she-cat spat out the name. "Nightbreeze? You think I'm Nightbreeze? That scrawny gray she-cat that was hunting a rabbit this afternoon?"
Lionstrike faced her, his eyes flaring. "It's not like you're any better." His eyes scanned the cat. It didn't look like she had been eating; most likely she'd been feeding off of crowfood, instead.
"Look," the she-cat growled. "I've been watching you. You can't stop my clan. The whole of SunClan can't."
Lionstrike snarled back. "We're just as strong as your clan. Don't criticize me- us before you know what we're capable of.
The she-cat laughed menacingly, staring at Lionstrike straight in the eye. "You don't know how much I've learned. I've watched you from the very beginning, and unless you want to join our clan, you and your clan are going to be gone."
The ginger warrior's eyes narrowed. "Until you tell me what's going on, you can think twice about taking over SunClan."
"Featherstar, leader of MistClan."
Lionstrike glared at the leader. "And you want me to join, why?"
"You seem...a little like what we're looking for."
"And what would that be?"
"Menacing. Willing to die in battle."
"Menacing?"
"I have my reasons."
Lionstrike held his glare with Featherstar, then turned away, to the direction of camp. "We'll see."
Featherstar grinned, watching as the warrior padded back to SunClan. "One down, the rest of the clan to go."