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Finally another pic :3 Sorry to have kept you guys ^^
But look now how many were correct in guessing who we're talking about here

Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight both prepared to run at the call of intruders, but as they turned around, four cats had come sprinting out of nowhere to surround them. And with at least three other cats popping up from the gorge, Brambleclaw guessed their their odds were poor.
"We can't fight this many," Squirrelflight gasped lowly, her back tense in case of escape.
The party of stranger cats glowered at them, their eyes measuring the two. A tortoise she-cat stepped forth, her green eyes flaming.
"What do you think you're doing, trespassing on our territory?" she sneered angrily. A gray and-white tom who stood behind her spat in agreement.
Brambleclaw growled. "We're sorry to have come uninvited, we didn't know this was your territory. We'll leave if you want us to."
"Hah! How do we know you're not planning an ambush? Petty excuses won't help you here," said a black tom whose ear looked badly torn.
"Are you stupid? We're just two, how could we expect to win even in an ambush?!" the tabby tom felt his patience was wearing thin.
"Shut up Rockshade! We'll take them down to camp, and let Leafstar deal with them!" the tortoise snapped back at her companion.
The clan cats felt a little stunned. That sounded very much like clan names. But it couldn't be.
Three cats padded around them to completely secure any escaping route. Squirrelflight gazed nervously at Brambleclaw. She was just as confused as him.
And so, the strange cats led them towards the gorge. Brambleclaw now understood how they other cats had been able to get to them so quickly. The walls of the gorge had many small pathways leading up to the field.
"Look at that," Squirrelflight whispered. Following her green gaze, Brambleclaw saw a number of caves in the hillside, where cats either sat or lay down, someone with kits crawling all over them.
A white she-cat was dragging a squirrel towards a clump of fresh-kill, while another had trouble getting rid of a sticking wad of moss clinging to his paw.
It looked liike a camp alright.

Description
Finally another pic :3 Sorry to have kept you guys ^^
But look now how many were correct in guessing who we're talking about here

Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight both prepared to run at the call of intruders, but as they turned around, four cats had come sprinting out of nowhere to surround them. And with at least three other cats popping up from the gorge, Brambleclaw guessed their their odds were poor.
"We can't fight this many," Squirrelflight gasped lowly, her back tense in case of escape.
The party of stranger cats glowered at them, their eyes measuring the two. A tortoise she-cat stepped forth, her green eyes flaming.
"What do you think you're doing, trespassing on our territory?" she sneered angrily. A gray and-white tom who stood behind her spat in agreement.
Brambleclaw growled. "We're sorry to have come uninvited, we didn't know this was your territory. We'll leave if you want us to."
"Hah! How do we know you're not planning an ambush? Petty excuses won't help you here," said a black tom whose ear looked badly torn.
"Are you stupid? We're just two, how could we expect to win even in an ambush?!" the tabby tom felt his patience was wearing thin.
"Shut up Rockshade! We'll take them down to camp, and let Leafstar deal with them!" the tortoise snapped back at her companion.
The clan cats felt a little stunned. That sounded very much like clan names. But it couldn't be.
Three cats padded around them to completely secure any escaping route. Squirrelflight gazed nervously at Brambleclaw. She was just as confused as him.
And so, the strange cats led them towards the gorge. Brambleclaw now understood how they other cats had been able to get to them so quickly. The walls of the gorge had many small pathways leading up to the field.
"Look at that," Squirrelflight whispered. Following her green gaze, Brambleclaw saw a number of caves in the hillside, where cats either sat or lay down, someone with kits crawling all over them.
A white she-cat was dragging a squirrel towards a clump of fresh-kill, while another had trouble getting rid of a sticking wad of moss clinging to his paw.
It looked liike a camp alright.