Shatter bit down harder on Nightpaw's scruff. "Quite squirming, kit, or you'll miss seeing you clan mates again... for the last time!" He laughed from around her fur, his brother joining him with a wicked grin on his face.
As the BloodClan cats drew near, the patrol without Curse, Rip called out, his voice strong and sure. "Cats of BloodClan! Hear me now, for this is your last chance! Curse falls today, and if you value your lives, you will join us in fighting him! I know many of you, and you hate what he has done to your lives! I was brave enough to leave his rule, now who's with me!" His voice echoed off the other trees, carrying it across the group.
Raventalon stood, hidden, near the RiverClan camp, awaiting the arrival of Curse's group. They seemed to be taking their time, obviously not worried about their clan mates. Why would he be, the fox heart!


