Erin Hunter

“We have strong warriors now—”

“Who asked your opinion?”

Fire alone can save our Clan.

“For goodness’ sake, sit down,” Graypaw grumbled. “At this rate you’ll be worn out before we begin!”

He watched the white tip of Smudge’s tail disappear over the edge of the tree. In the distance he could hear the rattle of dried food being shaken, and a Twoleg voice calling.

Graypaw approached.

Firepaw nodded.

mouse-brained idiot

“Er…good,” meowed Fireheart, padding away. He couldn’t believe that he’d had a whole conversation with Dustpelt without the warrior uttering a single barbed jibe.

Fireheart could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat’s breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

nd with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that the new leader of ShadowClan was Tigerclaw.

And with a cold shiver of dread, Fireheart realized that the new leader of ShadowClan was Tigerclaw.