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"We've got a whole group," Frog sighed. "Unless I'm actually wrong and you've rounded up three cats."

"No no, it's big enough to be a group." Smoke insisted, licking them between the ears. "And you need to look absolutely stunning."

"I already do, Smoke." Frog fluffed their tail fur with a cheeky grin.

"Well, we can't have you making a bad first impression."

"If I do, I can always kill a cat to gain reputation." Smoke's fur prickled with excitement and a hint of fear at Frog's joking tone.

"You're strong enough," Smoke agreed. "But you need loyal companions. Not fearful ones."

"You know," Frog started in a dreamy voice, "We could always start a Clan of our own. Call it QuillClan."

"Why QuillClan?" Smoke asked.

"Because. It sounds cool." Frog shook their fur as they stood up. They took a deep breath.
"What do I say when I go out there? Should we be QuillClan yet?" Their eye rounded with worry.

"You'll be fine. Tell them who you are, and your intentions. They're waiting." Smoke nudged Frog gently.

Frog nodded, hesitating only a moment more before they left the den.

Mizzen kneaded at the ground with his paws, somewhat nervous around all these new cats. There were plenty of them, Mizzen half expected all the kittypets in the world to be here. There were actually some kittypets, along with the black-and-white tom he had seen before.

The so-called 'leader' would be here soon, or so he'd heard.

At the side of the hollow was a dark brown queen with golden highlights in her fur. Three kits played around her, sharing the same coat but with white and orange markings.

"I'm gonna get it! I'm gonna get it!" The largest kit was squealing, chasing after a moss ball. He accidentally bumped into the black-and-white tom and looked up at him with wide, scared eyes.
The tom grinned and crouched in front of the kit. "Watch out!" He growled playfully, "I'm a badger!"

"Eeeee!" The tom-kit ran away, nudging one of his sisters. "Run! Here comes the badger!"

The white-and-black tom laughed heartily. The queen shared a thankful look with him.

Mizzen was surprised. Back in the forest the kittypet had seemed joking and sassy. Now here he was, playing with someone else's kits.

"Attack the badger!" The second largest kit, a she-kit, yelped as she leaped onto the kittypet's back.

"Grrr!"

"Look out, Ripple!" The tom-kit yowled, attacking the kittypet's hind legs with tiny claws.

"Twine! Help!" The she-kit squealed as the kittypet began to lightly shake his fur.

"Grrr! I'm gonna eat you!" He laughed.

"Twine, Ripple!" The queen called, "Come here! The leader is arriving."

"The leader!" Twine gasped, running to his mother. Ripple was set down gently by the kittypet, racing after her brother.

"What do you think they look like?" Ripple whispered to her mother.

Mizzen looked up as paw steps sounded from the small cave den. Out stepped a brown furred cat, one of their ears white. They were missing patches of fur from all over their body and one of their eyes was lost. Their other eye glowed a dark green.

They nodded to the cats and began to speak,

"Welcome, cats, to my group. I am Frog, and I lead you along with Smoke." The brown cat beckoned a dark gray she-cat forwards.

With a jolt of surprise, Mizzen realised it was the dark gray she-cat he had seen with the lump of bleeding 'cat'.

Does that mean Frog is the bleeding cat?

"I hope I can earn trust and respect from each and every one of you."

"I trust you!" Twine called out, squeaking as he was pulled closer to his mother.

A soft laugh ran through the gathered cats. Frog seemed to glow with appreciation.

"This hollow here is where our camp will be. The den I came out of is my den, the leader's den. We can make many other dens for everyone else."

"Can I have a den?" Twine had made it past the pelts of cats and to the front of the crowd, bouncing forwards to look up at Frog.

"Twine!" The queen hissed.

Frog smiled, flicking their patchy tail over the kit's head.

"Of course. What's your name little one?" They asked in a sweet voice.

"I'm Twine." The kit said proudly, puffing out his chest. Mizzen rolled his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Twine. I hope you like your life here." Frog was speaking as the queen darted forward to retrieve her kit.

Frog smiled as Twine was ushered back to the side of the hollow with his mother and sisters.

"On the topic of introductions, I'd like to know everybody here. Who's next?"