#Sammy's the only one who saves them by yelling Grim's name

[swan2swan]

"Grim!"

[whiskey-writes]

Return Teaser

A SPN x reader fic

-x-

Six months. Eleven states. An area spanning from the west coast to a couple hundred miles east of the cascades.

And seventeen cases of hunters vanishing without a trace.

(Y/N) had been investigating the disappearances for the past several weeks. Even after figuring out the pattern, tracking this thing down had proven to be just about as easy as nailing smoke to a wall. It had taken her a handful of all nighters, countless hours spent pouring over the internet, and approximately five gallons worth of caffeine, but she at long last traced it all back to the source.

She played her way right into their hands, and now the real hunt began. The die was cast, and she had all her cards laid out on the table in a high stakes game of life or death.

“Hey, Bobby.” The weight of the words hung heavy in the stillness of the air. It wasn’t looking like she’d be making it out of this hunt alive, and that grim, unspoken reality read loud and clear just in the way she said hello. She was in some way thankful her call had gone straight to voice mail. It was easier if she just didn’t think about how what she was about to do would upset her uncle.

(Y/N) sat with her back pressed against the far wall, phone held up to her ear by her non-dominant hand. Her arm was propped up by her knee, while her opposite leg lay stretched out in front of her. She ran a hand through her hair and suppressed a weary sigh as she spoke into the phone. Barricaded inside the little cabin and armed to the teeth, there was nothing left to do but sit and wait as the moon rose higher and higher into the night sky.

“So, listen. I don’t have much time.” (Y/N) said, fingertips absentmindedly tracing the sigils etched into the stock of the shotgun that lay in her lap. She had soaked every bullet, blade, and weapon she could in dead man’s blood in preparation for the coming battle. “This whole hunt just went full shit show. We are dealing with vampires after all. But it’s not just that. This is far greater than we anticipated. I’ve got my back to the wall and I’m out of options. If I pull this off then there’s a chance I’ll be able to end this once and for all.”

(Y/N) paused, taking a shaky breath before confirming what Bobby will have already guessed for himself.

“They’re tracking me down as we speak.” These blood sucking bastards were targeting hunters, and (Y/N) was going to make sure there was hell to pay for it even if it cost her her life. “I’m holed up in some cabin just outside Missoula waiting for them now. It’s god damn near 23:50, at this rate the frost is gonna bite me before they get the chance.” She joked, shifting her position and adjusting her hold on the shotgun so that the barrel now rested in the crook of her neck.

One of the logs in the fireplace fell with a soft thud as the charred wood burning away beneath it crumbled apart. The subtle sound caused her body to tense up, anticipation making her jumpy. Chuckling to herself beneath her breath, (Y/N) tilted her chin up, letting her head fall back against the wall while her eyes drifted shut.

“One way or another, my bike better be back at the salvage yard one week from today, or Singer - I swear to god - I’ll crack open all of your beers so they go flat.” The playful threat brought a slight smile to her lips. Bobby knew full well how much her motorcycle meant to her, he’d been the one that helped her build it after all. This was her way of asking him to come get it if she never returned. “By the way, if you’re still looking for the TV remote it’s in the glove compartment of the Chevelle. I’m not sorry, and I regret nothing. Yell at me about it when I get back.”

With that, (Y/N) hung up and pushed herself off the ground. She wasted no time in destroying her SIM card and tossing the remains into the fire. She had more than just Singer’s number saved in her contacts and she wasn’t about to risk putting Bobby or anyone else in danger.

Another hour passed by in peace, during which time (Y/N) made a couple rounds of the small little cabin, checking and rechecking her defenses. She had taken all the blood she could when she broke into the morgue on her way out of town, right down to the very last drop. She knew she could hold her own for only just so long against a nest this strong, but (Y/N) was going to do everything in her power to slow them down.

~ x ~

“You’re a hunter.” Sam Winchester leaned against the frame of the doorway with his arms crossed, watching as his older brother got down on the floor so he could look under the couch. He wouldn’t have been able to wipe the massive grin from his face if he tried. “You kill monsters for a living, and you can’t find one little remote?”

“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean snapped gruffly, his frustration steadily increasing the longer he searched.

It had been about six hours since they had brought Bobby home from the hospital. Sam and Dean had just finished working a case in Wichita when they’d gotten the call from the hospital informing them that a Mr. Snyderson had just been admitted to the OR for an emergency surgery.

It was roughly an eight hour drive from Wichita to the hospital, so by the time the boys arrived it was nearly three in the morning. According to the nurses, Bobby had been lucky; he’d come in at just the right time and they were able to remove his appendix before it ruptured. The surgery went well, there were no complications, and “Bill” would be able to go home after 24 hours of observation.

It was now just past six the next morning, and the two boys were making themselves at home while Bobby rested upstairs. Dean had made the discovery that Bobby’s TV was stuck on some shopping channel with the same infomercial crap on loop while Sam was out on a breakfast run.

Their brotherly bickering (and Dean’s hopeless search for the remote) was cut short the moment Bobby Singer walked in.

“Would you two idjits pull your heads out of your asses for once?” Bobby spat, absolutely furious as he walked through the door. He muttered violently under his breath as he retrieved a file from one of his shelves. “...of all times...that damn reckless, stubborn...”

Dean exchanged a questioning look with Sam. Something was wrong; Bobby was worried.

They both followed Bobby into the kitchen, where he threw the file onto the table before digging out his bottle of pain killers from the hospital bag that sat on the counter.

“What happened?” Sam asked gently. Dean occupied himself by eating one of the donuts Sam had bought for breakfast, while Bobby and the youngest Winchester took a seat at the table.

“My phone was turned off while I was at the hospital. I got this last night.” Bobby said, putting his phone on speaker before replaying the message. The three hunters sat in silence, listening intently as the message played. Dean had moved to take a seat at the table during that time, his brow furrowing in thought.

“She made herself their next target.” Sam stated. Bobby nodded grimly.

“Why?” Dean asked, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair. “Who is she?”

“Her name is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s been a hunter all her life.” Bobby‘s face fell as he spoke of her, too tired to mask the worry in his eyes. “And she’s every bit the bull headed, stubborn bastard her father was. Not to mention twice as reckless.”

Bobby opened the file filled with papers hand handwritten notes, sliding it over towards Sam and Dean so they could look through it.

“A couple of weeks ago I get a knock on my door at four in the morning on a Saturday, and there stands this stinkin’ idjit all bright eyed and excited about some new case she’d stumbled across.“ Bobby scoffed.

-x-

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[shirtlesssammy]

6x02: Two and a Half Men

Then:

Sam Winchester’s back from Hell

Now:

A woman runs with her baby from an unseen assailant in her house. She gets herself and her baby under the bed and they stay as quiet as possible. She sees her dead husband on the floor and can barely keep it together, but does, just in time for the assailant to pull her out from the bed, leaving the baby to watch the carnage. 

Dean, Lisa, and Ben start unpacking their life in their new home. 

Sam checks out the murdered couple. The baby is missing.

Dean orders pizza for lunch, disregarding Lisa’s earlier promise to Ben that they’ll check the neighborhood out when they go out for lunch. 

Sam confers with Grampa Campbell about the case. Something weird is happening with babies. Sam doesn’t see it, but notices that the house has a security system that wasn’t set off by the invader. They have a lead. 

Dean wanders into the garage to find Ben messing around with a shotgun from Baby's trunk. He makes it VERY clear that Ben will never shoot a gun. 

Ben wants to do what Dean does. Dean turns on the ol’ John Winchester charm and yells at Ben to shut up about the gun. Ben backs down and walks away, dejected. 

Samuel has found another family that has the same security system --and fits the profile of the previous victims. Sam heads out to find them. 

Lisa confronts Dean about his altercation with Ben. She wants to know what’s up with Dean. If they killed what was after them, why is he acting like this? She gets that he’s trying to protect them, but he’s scaring her. 

Sam gets to the couple’s house only to find them already murdered. He follows bloody footprints through the house. 

The murderer pops out at him and they fight. Sam slices him with a silver knife, and the wound hisses. The assailant runs away. 

While Dean secures the perimeter that night, Sam calls needing his help on a case. Dean insists that he’s out. Sam tells him something so interesting that Dean meets him. 

Sam saved the baby!

The next morning, Dean hands Lisa a gun, tells her to salt the doors and windows, and takes off to work the case with Sam. 

First on the agenda: shopping for baby supplies. As they’re checking out, the baby starts wailing. Neither brother knows what to do --and here I want to question what the hell Dean’s thinking. Sam has an excuse re: no soul, but Dean, you’ve taken care of a baby before. Anyway, they keep looking at the poor thing like it has two heads. 

A nice woman comes up to coo over the baby and asks his name. Dean answers, “Bobby” and Sam answers, “John��. Yep, the baby is named Bobby John. She offers to change his diapers for them. Dean glances over at a security monitor and sees that her eyes are glowing. 

Dean declines. More specifically he says, “Give me the baby before I stab you in the neck.” Bold. The lady takes off running with Bobby John. Sam wrestles the baby from her while Dean full body tackles her to the ground. She plays the old lady card and security comes after Dean. He runs. 

Sam and Dean need to get off the road, especially since the shifter caught Sam’s license plate and is now a cop tracking the number.

At a motel, Dean changes Bobby John’s diaper and then hums him to sleep with Smoke on the Water. EVERY TIME I’m sorry to say this just makes my brain emit a low, steady brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

For Tender Dean Science:

Okay, I’ve rebooted. 

Sam - who has spent the whole time seated in front of research material - is impressed at Dean’s fatherly chops. But like, HE RAISED YOU, SAMMY. You must at least be able to logically analyze your memories? Dean chalks up his skillz to his recent experience parenting Ben. “I know he’s not my kid, but lately I’ve been feeling like...yeah, he is.” He’d like to raise Ben better than they grew up. In related news, do you ever want to just chew off your own arm???

Soulless!Sam informs Dean that moving Lisa and Ben from place to place is just as bad as their own fractured childhood. 

Sam pushes Dean to consider that his paranoid behavior is turning him into their father. I do like that Sam is helping my girl Lisa out with the traumatized man living in her home but DAMN, SAM. While Dean broods over his failures as both a father and a partner, Sam realizes that the dad in the recent deadly home invasion is still alive. He heads out, leaving Dean to dip his finger in whiskey and let Bobby John have a taste.

Bobby John’s dad is...not bereaved. His wife was cheating on him and got pregnant. (So apparently she deserved a gruesome death? Huh. Good to know, dude.) She denied she was cheating, telling him that he’d come back early from a trip and they’d had sex. It’s fun how the layers of trauma this cold open woman goes through just get worse and worse. 

At the motel, Dean’s relaxing on the vibrating bed when there’s a wet explosion from the crib. It’s not a poopy diaper! When he peers over the crib, Bobby John’s an entirely new baby. (He’s the baby on the diapers box and I really hope those parents got to keep that prop!) Sam calls with a new theory - the baby’s father is a shapeshifter!

Bobby John gets cleaned up just in time for a shady manager to knock on the door and demand to be let in. The shapeshifter cop from earlier bursts in just as Dean unlocks the door. He’s there to bring the baby to “our father,” whomever that is! They engage in fisticuffs, until Sam arrives and shoots the shifter.

Later, they’re driving off with Bobby John to find a safe haven for the little tyke. “I didn’t even know they had babies,” Sam says, of shifters. “I thought they were just freaks of nature - like, X-Men style.” Gurl, please. He refers to Bobby John as a monster, but Dean insists that Bobby John is just an innocent baby. If I had a dollar for every time this show danced around this point only to fuck off and forget it in the next episode, I’d have a lot of dollars. 

Sam suggests bringing Bobby John to the Campbells to raise, which Dean thinks is a monumentally poor idea. (I’m Dean/Cas endgame BUT imagine society if Dean had brought Lisa a shapeshifter baby to raise!!!) Sam “not all hunters” the Campbells, then says that Samuel is like Dean. This is...not the slam dunk argument Sam thinks it is. “I’m a freakin’ head case,” Dean rebuts and it is a SOLID REBUTTAL. Still, they head to the Campbell’s compound.

And it is a literal compound, with armed guards standing patrol at the metal gates. In the grim main building, cold Campbells circle Dean and Bobby John like sharks. All the Campbells look like they’re one step away from taking a knife to the baby. Dean refuses to hand over Bobby John to any of the “family.” Sam asks to hold Bobby John. Sam then immediately turns around and hands Bobby John over to Samuel and I CHEW MY OWN ARM OFF I HATE SOULLESS!SAM sometimes. Dean wants to know what the plan is now.

All the dark looks shot between the Campbells make me want to scream, and then weep. 

Dean’s worried about the Campbells wanting to study Bobby John (in the mad scientist way) and Christian Campbell laconically comments that Dean’s mind goes straight to torture. When Dean demands an explanation, it’s revealed that the Campbells know aaalllll about Dean’s torture time in Hell. 

The Campbells also fantasize about what a great hunter a shapeshifter will make. Samuel demands that Dean trust him, and then interrogates Christian about his baby-making failures with his wife. He offers Bobby John to Christian. “The crap I do for this family,” Christian mutters as he takes the baby. READERRRRRRRRRS, I hate him.

Outside, a dog yelps. Dean and Sam flee for the panic room with Bobby John while the Campbells load up with weapons. A shapeshifter arrives, wearing Samuel’s face. They tranquilize him after a fight, and try to take him prisoner. 

The shifter heads down to the panic room wearing Sam’s face, tosses Sam across the room, and then just...shimmers himself into Dean’s form. 

The shifter pins Dean against the wall, cutting off his air until he passes out. He then takes Bobby John and calmly walks out. 

Later, they all reconvene after the fight. Samuel reveals that the shifter was an alpha shifter, who spawned all the other shifters. “The lore” also says that an alpha can sense their babies anywhere. 

As Dean and Sam walk out to the car, Dean goes over the details of the hunt. He wants to know if Sam registered what the shifter at the motel had said about his “father.” Sam lies incredibly poorly, but Dean puts it all together. If Sam knew the alpha was on the hunt, then he would have known that he would come after Bobby John. Dean wants to know if he was using the baby as bait. Sam plays it off - he just thought the Campbell compound was the safest place. UGH DOUBLE UGH at all the terrible layers. 

Samuel has a brief phone call, complaining to an unknown boss about how hard it was to try to take the alpha shifter prisoner. 

Back at Lisa’s, Dean frets about the best way to keep Lisa and Ben safe. He acknowledges that he’s been acting like a prison guard. “You tell yourself you’re not gonna be something...my dad was exactly like this. All the time. Scared the hell outta me.” Lisa tells him that she knows one thing: 

She looks at him, and sees someone who wants to hunt. But she also tells him that he sees himself as “some bad, awful thing. But you're not.” She proposes that Dean head out to hunt with his brother, and stop by when he can. Maybe they can have it all!

Dean smiles a real, honest smile in the garage as he pulls the car cover from Baby. Smoke on the Water plays us through a truly gratuitous hot rod close-up of Baby. The curves! The headlights!

For I’m Just Gonna Give You Two the Room Science:

Dean is back in town!

Baby Quotes:

So either we've got monsters grabbing babies to make baby stew, or we've got a bunch of psychotic yokels grabbing babies to make baby stew. Either way, it's baby stew, which is bad

You think I speak baby?

I've never seen a baby monster before

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[doritopaw101]

Arc1, book 1: Chapter 9

It felt a little strange to be going in this direction since he hadn't been there since he joined Thunder Colony. Icepaw's vision was starting to blur and his ears started to ring. Icepaw sighed and padded on. Cautiously Icepaw crossed the narrow path into the pine forest. He sensed a movement from the ground with his paws. From the scent, it was a mouse, probably scrabbling through the pine needles. Icepaw dropped into a stalking position, keeping his weight in his haunches, his paws light on the ground. It thought about the distance the mouse was from him and trusted it would work.

It worked so well he almost purred, the mouse didn't have enough time to react as he leaped and bit into it's neck killing it in an instant. He buried it then carried on with his journey.

He traveled further into the Tallpines. The ground around here was deeply rutted by the tracks of the machine he couldn't remember the name of. By the scent of it, the machine had not been around for a while.

Icepaw followed the deep tracks, jumping across the ruts, slipping a few time in the process. They had been half-filled with rain which temped his thirst. He barley stopped himself from taking a few droplets because the thought of the machine taste in his mouth made him almost gag. But he was thirty and with his vision and hearing acting up he honestly will deal with machine water. It was awful but it helped, though he want something to get the taste out.

His wish was grated when he found a puddle and lapped up a few mouthfuls of water. As he continued he recognized sounds and scents familiar from his ol d watching place on the fence. He was very close to his old home now. Up ahead Icepaw could hear humans or 'Twolegs' yelling something, it sounded playful. It was a group of young humans, kids. He twitched his ears as he listened in on what they were saying

"Catch the ball Sammy"

"Go over there"

Icepaw stayed where he was, alert and watchful but not only for the humans sake but for his own as well, Tiger-roar might be somewhere near by. Out of the comer of his blurred eye, Icepaw sensed movement. His first thought it was Tiger-roar or Bluestar or worse both of them, that and he thought Dustpaw was playing a prank on him but then he saw a flash of brown and white. He stopped for a moment, crouching. The scent was familiar, his head was buzzing trying to remember who's it was. He felt his fur bristle with the instincts of a warrior.

He could see the outline of the intruder as it skittered between the ferns. He leaped onto the back of the intruder, it gave up easily. The intruder was a dark brown tom. Icepaw had to narrow his eyes then it came to him "Uncle?" he mewed

"Splinter" he returned the same tone

Icepaw felt his fur rise "What the hell are you doing out here?" he looked around "It's dangerous"

Henry rolled his eyes "Not dangerous enough for you apparently, why aren't you in the city?"

"I don't live with Bloodclan anymore" Icepaw said bluntly "I live with the forest cats"

"The forest cats?" Henry said with disbelief "I knew you were interested with the forest like your father but..."

"I know, I know but I'm happy here" he stepped closer to his uncle "How's house cat life?"

Henry sighed and opened his arms and Icepaw quickly went into the embrace, nuzzling against his uncle's neck.

"My joints don't hurt as often" the old tom replied "The food isn't that bad I suppose, Chocolate is a good neighbor, guess you weren't lying"

Icepaw chuckled, feeling a little smug "I was right, admit it"

"Never" he could feel his uncle's smirk

Icepaw suddenly remembered why he was out here in the first place "I have to go Uncle" Icepaw mewed "I know some cats of my colony who would love to use you as a practice dummy or just shred you in one blow for shits and giggles"

"I doubt they're more scary than Scourge, Bone, or Brick but I'll take your word for it" Henry jumped onto the fence "I'll be seeing you around my nephew, be sure of that"

Icepaw nodded and Henry disappeared into the garden.

Icepaw turned, his tail high, and started his way back home, sniffing the air as he went. He could try to find a finch or two here.

/

Icepaw returned with a chaffinch gripped firmly between his teeth. He dropped it in front of Tiger-roar, who stood waiting in the hollow.

"You're the first one back" the half and half tabby mewed

"Yep, but I have more than just this" Icepaw mewed quickly

"I know" Tiger-roar growled "I've been watching you, you missed some but managed to catch some as well"

"Better late then never" he replied with a smirk "Leopardfoot told me you were the same at my age"

Tiger-roar rolled his eyes at his words "You make me feel my age and need to have a talk with my mother"

Icepaw snorted "Awww but we have such great talks" he curled his tail "She told me about your days as a 'paw like me"

Tiger-roar let out a deep breath

Sandpaw and Dustpaw padded out with Bluestar and Redtail in tow. When they all gathered their prey, Tiger-roar led them back to camp.

Icepaw was proud to drop his kills in the kill pile. It was alot and he was glad that he got an even score with Sandpaw who he could tell was silently cursing him.

Icepaw padded into the nursery, the smell of milk filling his nostrils. He was told he should bring his kills to them, any excuse to visit.

He spotted Frostbite laying on her back with her kits asleep at her belly. He neared slowly getting a good look at them: Lichen was closest to her mother's plump belly while Bracken was more nestled in her tail.

Icepaw felt a sharp pain in his tail he whipped the upper apart of his body around to see Swift and Lynx thinking his tail is a chew toy.

"Oh Icepaw I'm sorry" he heard Goldenflower mew quickly pulling her kits away from his aching tail.

"It's fine kits will be kits-" he said cheerful only for it to be cut off as he let out a mild yowl feeling teeth fasten into his tail. He turned his head to see Cinder was awake "Why?" he said meekly "Is my tail that fun to play with?"

Cinder didn't answer only biting into his tail harder making Icepaw girt his teeth. "Cinder, let him go" Goldenflower said quickly but the kit seemed to ignore her

Mossthorn opened one of their blue eyes and saw what was happening and quickly picked up Cinder "Say Sorry" the white and gray patched warrior said resting the dark gray kit at their paws

"Sorry Icepaw" Cinder rushing over and nuzzling his foreleg

He couldn't help but chuckle "It's fine Cinder" licking the top of her forehead.

Frostbite rolled her eyes as she saw her other kits were making their way over to Icepaw. He chuckled nervously "Did I do something?" he was getting surrounded by all the kits.

"They're just curious seeing a new face Graypaw and Cranepaw were the same when Darkstripe visited the first time" Willowpelt mewed as she entered the den with Brindleface following.

"Kits are curious" Swanlight added, her tail wrapped around her kittens. "How was your assessment?"

"Alright though my eyes and ears decided to f-" Icepaw suddenly remembered he was around kits and not his foul-mouthed peers "mess with me and it messed up some of my hunts but Tiger-roar thinks I did and good and that's what matters"

"Good save" Goldenflower said slyly

Icepaw chuckled as Bracken fell into his paws, red orbs meeting amber.

"They sure do like you" Willowpelt purred

"I guess so I'm surprised they do" Icepaw honestly

"Well the fact their mothers approve helps" Goldenflower said nonchalantly

Lynxkit playful swiped at his ears and Sun and Claw found a good spot on his back to rest on while Cinder and Bracken curled around his paws.

"I guess I'm not going any where" Icepaw sighed

"Is it always this hectic in here?" Featherstone mewed, his voice slightly slurred as he poked his head in

Goldenflower nodded and motioned for Featherstone to sit "What brings you here?" she mouthed

Spottedwing appeared beside him, a white and gray kitten in her mouth.

"You finally kitted" Goldenflower mewed, she motioned for the tortie to rest in nearby nest who obeyed the head royal.

Featherstone nudged two kits forward, on was a black and white kit and the other was black with some white spotting

"Patchpelt?" Sweetheart mouthed with a roll of her eyes

Featherstone nodded though he pointed to the white and gray kit "Need milk"

"Give them" Sweetheart chuckled "I'll nurse them"

/

As was the usual now, he was carried to the gathering but by Tiger-roar. He held him in a way where he couldn't see straight ahead which he was thankful for. He needed to get his senses together. When they got to the opening to the clearing, Tiger-roar set him down surprisingly gently.

"You know who to find if your episodes start up" the tabby stated

Icepaw nodded "Does that include you?"

Tiger-roar nodded slowly "Of course, you're my apprentice"

"Come on, River Colony's here already" Emberpaw called

Icepaw looked up, Stormstar sat on the far west side of the rock, his face looked grim. He did wonder how it got his jaw like that. He could ask Bluestar since she seemed to know him well as well as Oakjaw.

Dappletail, White-eye and Smallwhisker headed straight off toward a group of elderly cats who were settling themselves below one of the oak trees. Leopardstorm and Lionheart strolled over to another pair of warriors whom Icepaw didn't know. He figured by their scent they were River Colony. He spotted Rosetail taking the spot with Oakjaw since Cricket-throat stayed back at camp due to an injury. 

"Hey Icepaw" He was glad to recognize the voice of White. He had a tooth in his ear.

"Hey White" he replied, he felt Sandpaw sit beside him offering her shoulder for him to lean on. "How's it going in Shadow Colony?"

White sighed "It's going" he perked up slightly "I got my warrior name, it's Whitethroat"

Icepaw smiled "That's great, where's Badger?"

"I'm here Badger mewed padding over, he bore claw mark over his throat and chest "I got my warrior name too Icepaw, it's Badgerfang"

"Congrats" Icepaw mewed "After your fangs"

Badgerfang nodded "Common suffix of Shadow Colony, I share it with Scorchfang, Blazefang, Flintfang, and I guess Appletooth"

"Yeah yeah" Wet padded over with a smirk on his face "I'm guessing you Thunders have been chasing squirrels all day" he sneered while Little shrieked, hiding underneath Badgerfang.

Icepaw wanted to spit but Sandpaw did it for him as she rushed beside him. "I'm guessing you were chasing frogs or eating crowfood all day"

That last part seemed to hit the Shadow cats harder than Icepaw thought. They thought they were being subtle but their body motions gave it away or at least to Icepaw, twitching ears and flicking tails. Being around Scourge and Brick taught him to focus on everything.

"Sick burn Sandpaw" Silverpaw purred coming up on Icepaw's left side. Rubbing herself against him.

A yowl made them snap their heads forward, it had been from Bluestar. Brokenmoon looked smug about something while Storm-moon seemed to be confused "While Wind Colony isn't here let's not waste moonlight and start this Brokenmoon you said you wanted to speak"

Bluestar stood back and let the dark tabby talk. "We all know that the hard time that leaf-bare brings, and late newleaf has left us with little prey in our hunting grounds"

Icepaw noticed White dug his claws in while Badgerfang looked emotionless.

"But" the Shadow Colony leader continued "we also know that Wind Colony, Thunder Colony, and River Colony lost many kits in the freezing weather that came so late this season, Shadow Colony however lost no kits"

Icepaw didn't know if he could trust those words, he was slightly unnerved with Brokenmoon and how his clan functioned but Icepaw became more unnerved when he saw a dark brown tabby molly near Brokenmoon, she had stars in her pelt and a scar lined her throat.

'What the? Raggedmoon?' He noticed the old leader was glaring daggers at her son. 'She's probably mad about what he's doing with Shadow Colony now' he thought

"We are hardened to the cold north wind. Our kits while small are stronger than yours from the moment they are born. And we find ourselves with many mouths to feed, and too little prey to feed them"

"or you not feeding some of your clanmates" Icepaw recognized Blazefang's voice

Icepaw stared at the starry form of the old Shadow Colony leader 'Vile traitor' Raggedmoon hissed

'Traitor?' Icepaw thought cocking his head to the side a little

The crowd of cats were silent, listening anxiously.

"The needs of Shadow Colony are simple. In order to survive and thrive we must increase our hunting territory. That is why I must insist that you allow Shadow Colony warriors to hunt in your territories"

A shocked but muted growl rippled through the crowd.

"S..SHARE our hunting grounds?!" the outraged voice of Tiger-roar ripped through the clearing, his voice loud and full of rage.

"You've got bees in your brain if you think Thunder Colony will share" Burrclaw added, his green eyes narrowing and his teeth bared.

"It is unprecedented" cried Greenflower "The colonies have never shared hunting rights!"

"Should Shadow Colony be punished because our kits thrive?" Brokenmoon yowled from the Great Rock, his kinked tail lashing "Do you wish to watch our cats starve? You must share your hunting grounds"

"Must?" Smallwhisker spat with disgust

"Must" Brokenmoon repeated "Wind Colony failed to understand, look what happened to them"

"Are you saying you drove them out?" Stonefur snarled with horror

"That and more" Mudfoot sneered back

Snarls of outrage burst through the crowd at Brokenmoon's words. Icepaw stared at the Shadow Colony cats, his fluffing up with horror as he backed away "How could you guys just drive out a whole colony?"

"They were weak" Whitepaw growled, claws unsheathed "The strong die and the weak perish, learn that well Icepaw"

Icepaw, Sandpaw, and Silverpaw all shared a look, something's going on.

"And if we have to we will drive you out of your territories in order to feed our cats" Brokenmoon warned

Silence fell.

"I don't ask for your answers now" Brokenmoon said breaking the silence, his voice calm "But you must bear in mind: would you rather share your hunting grounds or face the same fate as Wind Colony?"

Cats looked at each other in disbelief but it was broken as Storm-moon stepped forward, his head hung low "I have already allowed Shadow Colony rights to our river"

The River Colony cats yowled with rage and humiliation as soon as those words came out of the gray tabby's mouth.

"How could you Storm-moon!” Blackclaw hissed

"Without consulting us?" Echomist mewed in disbelief "Against the codes of River Colony!"

"How could my father do this!" Silverpaw hissed lowly, claws digging into the ground

"I wish not to shed blood when there is plenty of fish in the river to eat" Storm-moon mewed "River Colony has no need for death when the river can provide"

It seemed Silverpaw caught on to her father's words, Icepaw hoped the rest of her clanmates did too "Seems your fine for now" Icepaw muttered making Silverpaw slightly smile with joy

"But what of Thunder Colony?" Smallwhisker hissed "Bluestar, have you too gave in to this outrageous demand?"

"Don't tell me you've cracked like Goosefeather did" White-eye added

Bluestar held her head high glaring at Brokenmoon "I will give my choice to you now Brokenmoon, and it's a no"

Thunder Colony cheered at Bluestar's words.

Brokenmoon hissed while Storm-moon stood off looking away, perhaps in shame.

"You'll regret that Bluestar" Brokenmoon promised staring down Bluestar, teeth bared.

"We'll see" Bluestar replied her gaze never leaving Brokenmoon's, Icepaw could tell the tension was rising.

"I also have another announcement for the sake if your kits" Icepaw saw cats snap their heads to look at Brokenmoon as soon as he said kits

"A former Shadow Colony cat turned rouge. I exiled them, but we don't know where they are now. They're a mangy old thing, but they have the bite of Tiger Colony it self"

Icepaw's fur bristled. He's talking about Yellowfang.

"They are dangerous. I warn you don't offer shelter to them and" he paused "Until they are caught and killed, I suggest you keep a close eye on your kits"

Icepaw knew that the Thunder Colony cats thought of Yellowfang. Brokenmoon led his cats away in a rush.

White and Badgerfang glanced at him then followed their clan with Wet and Little close behind.

Icepaw could hear his clanmates hiss about Yellowfang.

"It has to be her" Smallwhisker growled

"She did snap at Lynx the other day" Dappletail muttered

Icepaw rushed away not looking to see if anyone saw him leave.

I have to get back to camp and warn Yellowfang