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Nor did this stupid bird," crowed Cloudpaw, flicking his tail smugly.

Fireheart!" Ravenpaw meowed in delight. "Fireheart," Graystripe corrected him.

When return, stand on Great Rock when Silverpelt shines above. A dying warrior the way will show.

The ginger she-cat behind him is Scarlet, and the silver tabby is O'Hara.

There is a darkness coming that not even Starclan can prevent. And when it comes, we will be helpless to protect the Clans. Helpless even to protect ourselves.

From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Firepaw, in honor of his flame-colored coat.

I trust Kallik's nose," Ujurak said quietly, before Kallik lost her temper and shoved Toklo into the ocean.

Tawnypelt pointed out. "I doubt they'd follow us. They must be quite stupid, or they wouldn't let Twolegs on their backs.

Jayfeather's ears swiveled toward Brightheart. The white-and-ginger elder was wheezing louder than ever.

Berrynose?" Hollypaw couldn't stop her voice from squeaking in surprise. Ever since he had become a warrior five days earlier, the cream-colored tom had been the bossiest cat in the Clan.

And about time, too," Cloudtail muttered. "They frightened my fur off the other day, yowling that ShadowClan was attacking us.

Let all those cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting.

I wondered about making hunting patrols bring each piece of prey back to camp as soon as they catch it, instead of bringing back a whole day's hunting in one go." "Wouldn't that make hunting harder?" Bristlefrost ventured. Bramblestar narrowed his eyes. "But I worry that, when warriors are out in the forest too long, they forget that Clan rules apply to them.

Where's all that annoying early-morning cheerfulness you're usually so full of?" "Well, maybe if you hadn't woken me up by dropping a fish on my head

With this life I give you hope. As long as hope burns in your heart, it will burn in the hearts of your Clanmates.

Bluestar went on: "If you did, you would train with Graypaw to become a Clan warrior." "But kittypets can't be warriors!" Graypaw blurted out. "They don't have warrior blood!

But thoughts of his brother quickly slid away, to be replaced with the memory of heather-colored eyes and a soft voice asking if he needed herbs.

Longtail." He looked over at the striped warrior.

Pickle? Stupid name! Stupid cat!

WindClan!" Heatherstar beckoned her Clanmates forward with a flick of her tail. "Talltail has something to say.

Every word was poison, like snake venom dripping into a pool, but it's helped me understand him.

It's one of those StarClan-cursed stoats!

Twoleg den with cows and a dark, hay-scented barn where she and

to overtake his son. "Stoats!" Crowfeather gasped. Snow-white stoats!