Snowstars eyes were slightly scared, but she knew what he said was true. Finally, she relented. "My father was Firestar, the leader of Thunderclan. Thunderclan suffered a hard winter, the first winter I was born, and... and...." her voice trailed off and tears burst from her eyes at the thought of her father being tore to pieces by hungry clanmates, driven to kill.
Ravenpaws head shot up at the sound of Aspenpaws screech. He bolted over, lunging. He wasn't the greatest hunter, being a medicine cat, but he knew how to use his claws. He slashed at it vigorously.
Featherpaw smiled. "Hey" she greeted brightly.

