"You may get your chance." Snake padded up with old, dusty moss from Sharpstar's nest. He tossed it to the side. "You and Shiver will be organizing a raid."
Shiver leapt of the edge of their deto land neatly at the foot of the mountain. She padded forward, the spikes oh her collar glistening. "I'm taking Bloodstripe, Frostpaw, and Flamespike. Who're you taking?" Snake leapt back into his den to discuss further plans with Froststar. Whiskerclaw dosed near the edge of the camp.