"Featherstar!" a meow called out from the CloudClan camp. Featherstar was pacing in her den, waiting for Smallpelt and Scorchfur to return to the camp. When she heard her name, she ran out of her den, looking for the cat who called for her. She found Smallpelt by the exit to the OakClan border. Scorchheart was not with the gray she-cat.

"Where is Scorchheart?" Featherstar demanded, wanting to know where her deputy was. Smallpelt hesitated for a heartbeat. Then the small she-cat replied, "She was taken to the OakClan camp."

"What?!" the CloudClan leader hissed. "You were supposed to stay hidden! What did I tell you about that?"

"Well it's not my fault if Scorchheart can't run faster than I can!" Smallpelt protested, her whiskers twitching.

"You left her behind?" Featherstar growled in frustration.

"She's strong enough to hold off the cats on her own." the gray she-cat meowed.

Featherstar stayed quiet for what seemed like a moon.

"Go back to OakClan." she meowed quietly.

"What? That's mouse-brained! I'll be caught again!" Smallpelt protested.

"What else do we do? Go into their Clan and meow, 'Can I have my deputy back? Thank you.' and leave with her?" Featherstar shot back at her.

Smallpelt hesitated. Something didn't feel right about this, but she didn't argue this time.

Instead, she dipped her head and ran back across OakClan's border and to the camp.

Featherstar went back to her den to wait for them.