We're rivals. We have boarders and rules to not mix Clans. Though, every full moon, we all gather at the island in the middle of the lake, by fallen tree-bridge, for the Gathering. We share the news. New kits, new warriors, new apprentices. Even new leaders or deputies, medicine cats. How the prey's been running. We all have to keep in balance with each other, so everything works right.

[...So naturally they don't all the time. That's something Hollyleaf isn't going to say.]