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[center] Uncertainty and fear washed over Maplestream like a cold flood as she began to scan the nearby territory for anything that may indicate the presence of the strange cats. Anxiety prickled in her pelt as her head swam with thoughts and what she should do. Surely this was more important than scouting the territory ahead of Fernstar and Blackpelt. Of course, she had never expected to be derailed from her plans by something so startling, but she was certain now that she had to streak back to camp and catch Fernstar [i]before[/i] it was too late and she had left camp. Struggling to keep her fur flat, she quietly began stalking back in the direction of the WillowClan camp, her eyes and ears more open to her surrounding than they had ever been before. Every few fox lengths she stopped and opened her jaws to try and catch any remaining scent of the trespassers; but she found nothing. Whoever these cats were, they certainly were not the pampered kittypets she remembered from the Twoleg place she grew up in. But she had never met any other Clan cats who were not her [i]own[/i] Clanmates. Fernstar had told her so many moons ago that the four Clans who lived around the Lake had fallen apart long before she was born; disbanded due to resentment and being torn apart by battle after needless battle. No one knew where the ex-Clan cats had gone. She imagined some of them had wandered off to live as loners. Others may have finally given in and taken up the soft life of a kittypet. No cat knew. She would find out who these cats were however; and more importantly what they wanted with WillowClan.[/center]