Whiteberry
In StarClan's hunting grounds, Whiteberry felt the oddest tugging sensation. Turning to her mother, she meowed, "Frostpelt, something's... pulling me." Her mother's yellow eyes widened slightly, then narrowed to slits. "You're being summoned. Probably by that traitorous medicine cat... You don't have to go if you don't want to; you can ignore it." A warm breeze ruffled Whiteberry's fur; it was always newleaf here, the perfect temperature and hunting conditions. She sighed. "I'll go speak with her; it might be important." She nudged her mother's flank with her head affectionately before giving into the tugging sensation. When she reappeared, she was by the moonpool, and she gazed levelly at Jadepool as the she-cat waited for her. "Hello, Jadepool," she meowed.