Shadepaw stood in the middle of the tight group of Sunclan cats as they were herded through their own territory. He didn't know what was going to happen to them, but he knew that it couldn't be good. They were prisioners, according to these cats, and Starclan knows how many more of them there are. He stood in the middle of the group, alongside Mistpaw and Frostpaw. Their scents were reassuring. But it didn't calm him down too much, because he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest. Beside him was Owlfeather and on his other side was Twistedwillow. In the front of the group was Amberriver. He felt a cat shove him forward, and he quickened his pace. This reminded him of that story Oakfur had told, but he knew these cats couldn't be Death Pack members, as their scent was too much like the forest.

They padded on like this for a while, until he finally came across an old twoleg den. It was large, but not nearly as large as the ones in the twoleg place. It was about the size of the camp they had stayed at last night, and it was crawling with rouge scent. A cream tabby tom that was a little ways off drew his lips back at the sight of them. Shadepaw turned his attention back to the den as they were led closer to it. The rouges led them through a partially opened entrance, and Shadepaw now saw how many cats were here. There were more cats then there were in Sunclan. Are all the rouges in the forest here? he wondered, before realizing that wasn't very unrealistic, especially with Leafbare on its way. Shadepaw also wondered if these cats were going to be as kind as Sunclan. They reminded him of Death Pack.