"Attack this shecat," hollystar meowed, knowing the kit had the strength of a apprentice.
Fishstar nodded slowly. He then saw the warning at he camp entrance. He rotten carcass of a rat with a slit belly, its blood had seeped over the grass. A leaf was tied to his tail and Hollypaw and Wildfire's scent drenched it. "Oh no," he whispered.





