We saved the cat. She was quite nice, to be truthful. She told us that her name was Splash, and Squirrelstar seemed creeped out by that.

"My mother was named Swoop. She got carried off by an eagle. Don't worry, she doesn't blame you for it," she purred to Squirrelstar. "There was nothing you could do. She got away from the eagle and kitted us, but died soon after. The Tribe of Endless Hunting led us here, my brothers and I."

Squirrelstar sniffled. "Was she happy?"

"Very, until her last day."

"Well, this is all very heartwarming...but can we find what we're looking for and get back to camp?" Jayfeather rudely interrupted.

I sighed. This blind cat was so annoying!

"Yes, I know I am. Thank you for pointing that out." He was facing me. Oh, fox dung! He read my mind! "Let's go, I'm hungry," I mewed, making a joke out of my embarrassment.

"You Clan cats can come with me. I love having visitors! The Tribe hasn't seen Clan cats for moons. They'll be so excited to see you." Splash was so happy, it even seemed to rub off on Jayfeather.