Element drew a lazy paw over her pretty tabby face in boredom. Claw and Meadow insisted on hunting this morning, and she recalled Claw stating, "If you don't let us go alone, I will sit on you until you beg for mercy."

Chuckling quietly, she resumed washing by turning around to nip at an itch around her hindquarters. Licking the fur on her back free of knots, her mind was quietly buzzing with questions. It was peculiar how Yellowfang, the StarClan cat, did not give her any twisted prophecies. Just a simple set of instructions were told, and they weren't all that hard.

Go to the Moonpool when you are done recruiting the cats, Element thought, face scrunched up as she furiously licked at a clump of fur on her slightly broad shoulders. Simple, just like the plan of recruitment. Finally settling down, she was about to yowl to the sky how bored she was. Thankfully, she saw Claw and Meadow's outlines on the horizon before working up a curse in her throat.

They loped towards her with long strides, sides heaving and prey swinging from their mouth. The two brought in a fairly decent haul of a mouse and two voles. She trotted up to meet her friends and licked her lips as she eyed the larger of the voles from Meadow's mouth. Those were Element's favorite.

Unlatching the freshly caught meal from her mouth, Meadow choked and gasped for air. "We went all the way into the forest to find that for you," she sputtered, "that had better be good, or I'm a mouse."

Element's long, elegant whiskers twitched in slight amusement for her friend's struggle, and replied, "You already are one."

Glaring at her, Meadow got up, leaving the long grass wilted and broken from where she had collapsed. Element put a white paw up to her face to stifle a giggle, yet it escaped her mouth anyways. The look on the blue and white she-cat's face was priceless.

"Aren't we supposed to be searching for the others apart of our future Clan, like StarClan told us?" Claw rolled his eyes sarcastically.

This time, it was Element's turn to glare, and she sighed. "Alright, who's first?"

"Butterfly for Meadow, Grayson for you, and Galaxy for me."

Nodding, Element flicked her tail, "I'll be off then."

Meadow looked at her, eyes twinkling mischievously, and meowed, "I take it you don't want your vole then?"

Pouncing on the piece of prey as if it came back to life and was running away, the dark tabby growled and told her, "Of course not!" Then began to devour it in quick, clean bites with her snow white fangs.

Finishing within a matter of seconds, she stood up and watched the others eat their share.

"Did you even taste it?" Claw asked, exasperated.

"Yes, mousebrain, I did."

He murmured, "You don't have to be rude," and stuck his face back in the prey sloppily, unlike Meadow who bit her mouse disdainfully. She was never much of a big eater. Finishing their catch, the three stood up and said their goodbye's. Emerging from the den, Claw ran east, Meadow gracefully leaped west, and Element set off behind the den of rocks and bushes to go northwards. The sun was still high in the sky, yet hadn't reached it's full peak yet. Trotting off in the direction of Grayson's, she quickly started to move faster than the steady lope she put on. Element head was in the air as her brown tail streamed behind her lithe body, and she streaked across the moor. If anybody was looking, they would see faint tabby blur sprint across the gorgeous, mostly flat grassy dunes. Skidding to a halt, she panted and sputtered for breath, yet still pleased by the long distance she ran.

A familiar, rancid smell was blown into her open jaws unexpectedly, an she spluttered, caught off guard. The tabby regained her composure and inhaled deeply, trying not to gag. Underneath the scent of crowfood, was light heather and moors. Element stalked forward and snarled, yet underneath the apprehension was disbelief.

Didn't this furball get enough? Why couldn't he have stayed away, it's not like their's anything worth being in this forest for!

She crouched down low when a faint black outline of ears came to view, and made sure to stay downwind. The strange 'warrior cat' was apparently stalking a blackbird, and was actually doing an okay job at it. Yet, Element noticed that he didn't stretch his paws out far enough when stalking a bird, or snake forward like an adder. He was using a style that worked better with mice, but it didn't matter. Soon the tabby caught herself sliding forward too. Exhilaration coursed through her veins and blood roared in her ears, promising a good hunt.

I'll show him how it's done!

The tom bunched his hindquarters up and, whoosh! Element was faster, leaping forward with her one white paw and tabby paw stretched outwards. The blackbird cried, caw caw, and she cut it off with a smirk at the bewildered moor cat.

"Oh, were you catching this too?" Element sneered, lip curled. "Looks like we're even now, huh?"

The mysterious cat growled, bursting out of his mouth as a yowl. "You little piece of fox-dung!"

Malicious glint in her sea blue eyes, the she-cat laughed, "Right back at you," and ran off. Underestimating the speed and strength in the seething toms muscles, she was pinned down a little bit away from Grayson's den.

"Who's laughing now?" he chuckled darkly and put a paw against her throat, preventing her from howling. Element closed her eyes, preparing for the stinging blow he was going to place on her pelt.

"I'm going to enjoy this, you little-" he was cut off when another black blur head butted his side and knocked the breath out of him with a huff. Daring to open her eyes, the tabby looked around and saw two toms tousling in the undergrowth, one fully black and the other black with gray-white facial marks and tail tip. They screeched and clawed each other viciously, the gray-white marked one using the forest's rich undergrowth to his advantage by pushing the other into the sharp brambles. Flailing in pain, the black tom who had attacked Element flung himself up and stared at the other tom. Element, who had been watching in shock, finally was shaken out of her trance and bounded over to her savior.

"Thanks, Gray," she remarked and beamed at Grayson. He acknowledged her with a nod and yowled at his opponent.

"Why are you attacking Element?"

"Yeah I don't even know your name!" Element added in vigorously.

The black cat pulled his lips back in a snarl and claimed, "She stole my prey. That little mousebrain, 'Element', needs to learn some manners," turning towards Element, he replied, "My name is Breezepelt."

And with that, he turned tail and fled through the woods, cuts and scratches still bleeding. Sighing with relief, the tabby she-cat glanced at Grayson.

"Thank you, you really saved my pelt back there."

He grinned slightly and put up a paw. "You're welcome. By the way, you must have a lot of explaining to do. Come into my den."

Suddenly exhausted, she bobbed her head and excepted. "Yeah, I do. And not just about Breezepelt. It's, it's about something more complicated than that also."

"Very well. Step inside, and take that blackbird with you," he gestured towards the small abandoned piece of kill laying forlornly on the ground, "no use wasting good prey."

Element murmured her agreement and picked up the juicy piece of prey gently in her maw. She held it like a mother would grasp her kit and followed Grayson slowly inside a clump of brambles. The thorns dug satisfyingly in her fur, and set the blackbird down in the center of a green, grassy floor. Both cats settling dow in the gloom, Element began.

"So, it all happened when we had the dream..."

Grayson chewed his prey thoughtfully and nodded, "Yes, of course I will join your soon to be Clan. Where are you currently camping?"

Blinking in slight shock, the tabby asked, "What, just like that? No questions, uncertainty or anything?"

"Yes," he stated firmly, "I will join. It sounds interesting and I would love to learn more about these other 'Clans'."

"Alright, follow me," Element still wary, she led him towards Meadow's den and found Claw with Galaxy and Christi, and Meadow with Butterfly and Bone.

"Wel you guys are overachievers," she remarked at the extra cats there.

"Yep," Claw's whiskers twitched, "just going ahead on the list so you can go to the Moonpool!"

Meadow curled her fluffy self around Element and purred, "We're so much closer to our Clan."

Agreeing with her blue friend, the tabby leapt on the den of ivy and rocks and yowled, "You all know why we are here! StarClan has called us, and we answered them! Let us sleep under the stars tonight and celebrate our victory! Each of us shall contribute to the fresh kill pile and we shall feast on this fine greenleaf day."

Yowling their agreement and loyalty, everybody scattered to find prey. Element looked on with a glint of warmth in her deep eyes.

"This is the beginning," she whispered under her breath and looked up to the blood red sky as the sun set, "this is the beginning of ElementClan!"

A black cat was watching some way off in the trees with amber eyes burning through the oaks.

"Is that what Element was doing? Making a new Clan?!"

Breezepelt spat in disgust, and his black fur swished through the ivy tendrils and holly bushes.

"That is so mousebrained! Those idiots couldn't start a Clan if they tried."

Sniffing out the air for prey, he soon picked out a faint scent of mouse, and it increased in power as he weaved forward. The night was on the brink of breaking, and he didn't want to go to sleep hungry. His snake-hearted father had chased him out of WindClan after he learned of his betrayal and when Breezepelt tried to kill his half brother, Lionblaze. Alone and abandoned in an unfamiliar terrain, he made a home. WindClan surely wouldn't welcome him after the crimes he committed, so Breezepelt did what any cat would. He adapted. Learning hunting styles from the local rogues, the woods soon felt full of prey. He stole from others occasionally if he didn't feel like hunting, and had a couple of spats. He liked having the feeling of flesh under his claws and teeth, seeing his targets squirming under his grasp before wounding them.

Pouncing on the mouse, now lifeless, Breezepelt tore into the warm skin and shredded its muscles that had tried to run, from him.

Nobody runs from Breezepelt! He thought. Except that rogue, a small voice in his head whispered.

He remembered Element's small build and tabby pelt, the gorgeous blue eyes with a look of mischievousness and defiance in their depths. Shaking his head as if to clear the preposterous thoughts from his head, Breezepelt dug into his prey once more.

Not like I have to be chasing after some rogue she-cat.

A/N: Yay updates! You guys were right, it was Breezepelt. Review, favorite, and follow. Bye!