Rogues

*Rockstar tracks a mouse, stalks it, pounces and swiftly kills it. She hears the scuffling among the leaves and quickly crouches among the brambles. She hears crackly meows and then a black she-cat appeared from the bushes, followed by an orange striped tom and a gray and white she-cat that looked as if she were carrying a litter. Rockstar hissed and came out from her hiding place in the brambles. The group shied away from the muscular leader.* Please don't hurt us.  *The orange tom said.* What are you doing on OakClan territory? *Rockstar challenged them.* We are rogues. We do not mean to harm you or anything. We were members of DeathClan until they joined with Thiefclan and kicked us out because we were halfclan cats and Frostpelt, *the orange tabby signaled with his head toward the gray and white she-cat* used to be a kittypet. Please, can you except us into your clan? We shall hunt for our own food and your clan. Please! We need a home. *Rockstar nodded her head* Come with me.