Emberpaw watched as Shadowpaw ran grief-stricken towards the dead body of Sandslip. Her eyes were shadowed with sadness as she looked up at Emberpaw and growled. "How did this happen."
Emberpaw drew her lips up in a huge snarl. "ShadeClan warriors. We don't know who, but there's scent all over her body."

Shadowpaw's eyes widened in shock. "Really? But why? She was a good warrior!"

Emberpaw shrugged. "To us maybe, but not to them."
Suddenly Riverpaw pushed her way out of the medicine den and started to mew. "I heard you mewing so I-" she stopped talking and raced forward as she saw the body of Sandslip.
"No, no, no, no, no!" She yowled.
Ember paw watched as Shadowpaw leaned forward to nuzzle her grieving sister. "ShadeClan did this," She snarled. "but they're not going to get away with it."

Riverpaw opened her eyes wide. "ShadeClan? That's a shame. From the nursery tales they always seemed like such a nice Clan . . ."
Emberpaw broke in. "Well maybe they are a nice Clan, but one warrior is doing bad things like this . . . It would make sense. There's always bad cats in a Clan, or I'm a mouse."

Riverpaw licked her sisters ear. "It's ok. Well avenge her."
Suddenly, a ear-splitting screech shattered the air and someone screeched. "Chickfluff's kits are coming!"
Riverpaw flicked her ear and turned to her friends. "I have to go." Before trotting away.