Foreststar picked his way around the clearing slowly. There were no other cats in the clearing. They were most likely sleeping. Any cat with sense would be. Foreststar sighed, his plumy tail twitching. The battles with MistClan were escalating. Which side would give first was undecided, but Foreststar was certain that his warriors would fight to the death to defend their clanmates. In any case, they were the ones who had paid most dearly in the battles. They had lost Silverstar, while the MistClan deputy was later killed in vengeance.
With an indignant snort, the large gray tom strolled out of the camp.
-To Squirrel Hollow-