Foxflame, the deputy of Adderclan, lay in the warriors den, wide awake. He wasn't really that tired tonight, although his friends around him were snoring. Inside him, there was a tingling sensation that kept him from laying down and drifting off. Suddenly, a noisy rustle to the bushes that surrounded Adderclan caught his attention and he jolted his head in that direction. A strange smell mixed witht he familiar homey scent of camp, and he slowly rose to his paws. The bush rustled again, and the tingling sensation inside him became stronger. He was about to wake up his fellow warriors when a whole pack of muscular black shapes burst into camp,