Featherfoot
Featherfoot whipped around. Did she hear something, or someone, whisper in the wind, or was it just those voices in her head again? She shook the thought off, padding forward again slowly, anxiously. It was dark; she could hardly see in front of her own paws because of the thick fog gathering. She quickened her pace, and suddenly felt the rush of cool water chill her paws. She jumped in surprise. How could she not see the river? Featherfoot bounded forward, out of the icy cold water. Something about this place was familiar.
Shadowsleek
Shadowsleek sneered at Paw. "How can I trust a kittypet?" He challenged. "If and should I let you join the clan, you'd only spill everything that you have seen; I should know, you're like an open river(book)." He sat back to allow the she-cat to react. "But we can negotiate."

