Warriors #1 - The Phantom Menace (currently editing!)

The Hidden Tribe of Mossflower

"Sir, a transmission from Mossflower." Snakeskin meowed at Direstar.

"Who is it?" Direstar padded toward the stone basin, in which the smoke inside had taken the form of a beautiful-looking she-cat.

"It's Heatherstar herself," Snakeskin answered, looking small and awkward before the regal leader of Mossflower.

"At last, we are getting results." Direstar meowed smoothly.

"Again, you come before us, your highness." Snakeskin bowed his head.

Heatherstar's face was expressionless as she acknowledged the two Nemodian cats.

"You will not be so pleased when you hear what I have to say, Direstar." she mewed curtly.

"Your trade boycott of our clan has ended."

"I was not aware of such failure." Direstar flicked his tail.

"I have word that the ambassadors are with you now and that you have been commanded to reach a settlement." Heatherstar meowed evenly.

"I know nothing of the ambassadors." Direstar rumbled.

"You must be mistaken."

Heatherstar narrowed her eyes at the Nemodian's words.

"Beware, Direstar," she growled at him.

"You have gone too far this time."

"But I assure you, we would never do anything without the approval of the Republic of Stars," Snakeskin added, dipping his head again.

"You assume too much." Heatherstar flicked her tail.

"We will see."

The leader of Mossflower disappeared in a haze of smoke, and a tense silence followed.

"Do you think she suspects an attack?" Snakeskin asked tentatively after a while.

"I don't know," Direstar admitted.

"But we must move quickly to disrupt all communications down there."

In the main camp of Mossflower, an emergency meeting was being held in a private cave.

"Negotiations haven't started because the ambassadors aren't there?" a smoky form of a grey tabby mewed from a stone basin.

"How could that be true?"

"I had assurances from Valorheart that his ambassadors did arrive."

The crowd shifted uneasily, kneading the moss-covered floor.

"It- Must-Handiwork-Negotiate-Ambassadors-" The smoky form became disrupted, and then the figure's shape melted away into a swirling mist.

"Senator Pebblepatch," Heatherstar meowed as the mist began to swirl rapidly out of control.

"What's happening?"

A pale ginger tabby guard sitting next to Heatherstar dipped her head.

"This could only mean one thing, Your Highness." she meowed in dismay.

"An invasion."

"The Trade Federation wouldn't dare to go that far." Heatherstar retorted.

"It would attract unwanted attention from the Republic of Stars."

"This is a dangerous situation, Heatherstar." a tortoiseshell meowed.

"Our warriors would be no match for their army of deformed creatures, or shortly, Mutts."