Into the Wild

Fire alone can save our Clan.

Graypaw approached.

Firepaw nodded.

He watched the white tip of Smudge’s tail disappear over the edge of the tree. In the distance he could hear the rattle of dried food being shaken, and a Twoleg voice calling.

“For goodness’ sake, sit down,” Graypaw grumbled. “At this rate you’ll be worn out before we begin!”

“All Clans are entitled to safe passage to the Moonstone, but ShadowClan seems to have no respect for the warrior code anymore, so be alert,” warned Bluestar.

Firepaw, Graypaw, and Ravenpaw entered the camp, strolling behind Tigerclaw. Their impressive day’s catch hung from their mouths, although Ravenpaw kept tripping over his dead snake.