I need to act like a warrior, Blackkit thought. Maybe that will make me an apprentice. He padded over to Bluefoot, a grey She-cat. Bluefoot was sharing tongues with Longsong, a tan Tom.

Blackkit said, "When is the hunting patrols setting out?"

Longsong stood up. The elder said, "Why? Are you hungry? There's a whole Fresh-kill pile in front of you!"

Blackkit shook his head. "I'm a warrior now. And as a warrior, I go hunting."

"Your a kit. Stay that way. Beat it, Blackkit. Owlstar will do anything to make you a kit forever," Bluefoot said. She stopped sharing tongues with Longsong and started sharing tongues with Blackkit. She went on. "I would do anything to make Owlstar thrown out or killed. He should go to the Dark Forest! He was never a loyal warrior. I will not be sad when he dies. Even the deputy doesn't know what to do!"

Blackkit pictured the deputy Lilacfrost. He couldn't believe that Lilacfrost didn't know what to do. Lilacfrost was a strong and smart warrior.

A loud screech coming from outside the camp made Blackkit forget about Lilacfrost not knowing what to do. it didn't take long for Blackkit to figure out what was happening; an attack!