The Island Clans: Nov. 1

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the chorus of the cats died down.
"We are the Island Clans!" Yowled a brown and grey tom as he stood above the assembled cats below. The dusk sky and warm breeze swept across all of the cats as a proud chorus erupted again.

"And what about your brother, Snakestar? shouldn't he be here aswell?" Mewed a spotted tom. Hillstar to be exact. He was probably the biggest of the three with his long legs. His ears were huge like a wither bats'.
"Yes, where is he?" Questioned a molted grey tabby tom, his grey eyes searching the crowd.

"Hillstar, Rockystar-" Snakestar addressed with his head dipped respectfully. "My brother has ran off. His cats have disappeared and gone into hiding. We will send out a search for him and hope that he is alive and well."
Snakestar turned to leave, a flick of his tail to summon his clan. "SnakeClan, with me!"

As SnakeClan left, RockyClan and HillClan left aswell, their clan following in excitement. But there was one thing that was hidden. A tom. His green eyes sharp and unwavering. He scowled as he thought about the clans that had left. Snakestar was a liar. Jungle was still alive. He stood up and slowly backed away into the tall grasses and fern behind him. He would address his group of cats the same way Snake had done his. JungleClan... and they were to be forever hidden.