Being Tigerstar's son has meant I've had to win the trust of every ThunderClan cat over and over. So I know how frustrating it is when you have to prove something that shouldn't need proving.

Keep your eye on the prey

It's coming, a battle between Starclan and The Dark Forest and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

I’d bet a month of dawn patrols those apprentices had something to do with it,” Birchfall meowed. “Why else would they disappear back to ShadowClan without their mother?” Dustpelt let out a snort of amusement. “I can just picture those three holding Blackstar down until he agreed.

Stormfur... You'll have to go on without me, brother. Save the Clan.

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.

His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down.