It isn't enough

[Kala]

“It isn’t enough!” snarled RoseSpirit as she turn on her heel to glare at TwilightStream and a few of the Higher Ranks. “Just scaring the clans won’t do anything!” she spat, “You must show them we should not be thought of lightly. Steal their kits, kill their queens. Do something that will spill their blood!” Her voice seem to carry throughout the whole dome, for everyone stopped what they were doing and just froze. The red she-cat could feel hunderds maybe thousands of eyes on her, though it did not bother her much. “RoseSpirit,” said TwilightStream breaking the silence causing many cats to gasp and whisper towards their neighbor. “We have scouts in every single part of the forest, beside OceanClan’s island that is. I can get a scout from the nearest clan to spill out everything they have learn. How about an attack on SilverClan?” RoseSpirit simply chuckled as she padded over to the silver she-cat before she smacked the ex-clan cat the face. That was her only response before the she-cat left the dome completely.

“She has been so moody ever since her mate disappeared,” retorted Morion as he rolled his eyes. “Like she wasn’t moody before,” snarled TwilightStream as she spat out blood onto the wooden floor. Both silver eyes soften as she saw the fright in her friend’s face. “Really now,” she said, ”I’m sorry. Just we need to start this war before one of us loses a life.” It was a rather ironic statement, but it was true. If she did not start the war against the clans, she had every single High Rank in the dome would be line up and killed one by one. Chills went down her spine at the thought of it. Morion nodded his head and glanced towards Nim who looked completely hurt by the matter. They had already lost a grand High Rank because of how slow they were working. He often wondered if Nim would ever find a love that would not be killed before him.

“Cloud!” called TwilightStream as she turn to face the white warrior. “Seak out Star in SilverClan. Take ten others with you. Once you find him, get information out of him and attack the nearest SilverClan cat you see. If there are foolish kits wondering about the woods, kidnap them. We shall train them to become true warriors.” Cloud nodded his head and padded off in search of members to join him. “Do you think it will work?” asked Nim as his gaze turn to TwilightStream. “It has too…it just has too..”

[seren]

Life had become increasingly difficult to manage within the past few "moons"--as the Clancats would say--for the High Ranks. Sneezing, Rush's body always reacted strongly whenever Rosespirit was in a foul temper. Tensing his muscles, he stretched in an attempt to crack his stiff spine. With a yawn, he didn't even try to stifle his boredom at these meetings of sorts. "I might be able to make myself of use," he lackadaisically called out, his tone silky with promise. Promises--always making ones that he probably couldn't keep. With an internal shrug, he cast his glassy eyes toward Twilightstream. Whatever he was asked to do, he would do it.

[Kala]

TwilightStream turn to Rush with a calm expression before nodding her head softly. "Please, go with Cloud, would be good to have you out about and not trapped in this dome all day." Sighing, she shook her head before padding off with Nim and Morion following her, almost right on her heels as they began to speak in low voices.

Cloud meanwhile was on the ground floor of the dome pulling cats together hoping the ones he was picking out would be the right choice for the attack he was going to make. Both eyes scan the small group that was starting to form around him which was great. The more cats they had, the more they could put fear into SilverClan's hearts, though that was not hard to do since they already spooked the 'noble' clan so easily before.

[seren]

Bowing, the tom's eyes danced mischievously as he followed Cloud. It certainly had been a while since he had been out and about of his home. Nodding at the tom, he cleared his mind for fear of probing, unanswerable questions. Sneezing, a gust of self-importance overthrew the High Rank cat as he allowed himself to be led like a helpless, hopeless kit. Farther and farther away they wandered, and farther and farther away he began to enjoy life once more. Taking SilverClan would be easy, so long as imbeciles like de Ongelovige didn't get in their way.