Hilert woke with a start. He heard a scream of terror, from his mother. His mother slept in the same room as the elders so she could help them in the morning. Hilert instantly flapped to the elders room. There he saw 3 of the elders dead, their throats slashed by 3 claws. One of them was slashed so hard, his head was nearly off. "It's the Sun Claws I bet! We turned down their trade for a map of the big human building!" Someone yelled. "No, it's the Forest Songs! We turned down their trade for a forest map!" Someone else yelled. "STOP THIS QUARRELING AT ONCE!" Came the voices of the leaders of the flock, Kithle and Elhtik. "It could've been any of the flocks. We've turned down trades to all of them that offered, and the only ones that didn't offer were the Moon Watchers, and they've been hiding some sort of secret." Said Kithle, the dominant male. "But," said his mate, Elhtik, "We have news that it happened to every other flock, and they've declared war on everyone else. I fear that we will have to fight other ravens. Prepare for battle." The entire flock looked horrified. They solemnly walked to the armory and donned their helms. They grabbed spears that could attach to their feet, metal claws that could attach to normal ones, and crossbows that took 4 ravens to operate. They got into formation, and took to the sky.