Blackpaw glanced at Lizardpaw. Why was the pretty she-cat with the cool name talking to him? "Hey," he replied."Need anything?"
Darkflight trotted around camp, his tail lashing from side to side in worry. Flora had again demanded that he give her his son. But Blackpaw belonged in the clans! He would never be able to live indoors, shut inside.
Flora glided across her yard, sniffing the air. There were wild smells, and it reminded her of her son. "Darkflight should hand him over to me!" she hissed under her breath. "He would be better raised with a mother and his sisters." She looked up as Twinkle bounced out of the house, her yellow eyes sparkling beneath all that black. Azura followed, a spitting image of her mother. Luna shyly glanced out from behind the shed, then bolted towards her sisters. "Tag!" she crowed, her bushy white tail lashing from side to side.









Auction! 


