“Birchpaw!”, Ashfur shouted, trying to find his apprentice.

There was no answer. Ashfur shoted again, and finally the brown apprenctice appeared.

“I’m not doing anything with you. I hate you!”

Ashfur was infuriated. “You are going to come training with me, LIKE IT OR NOT, or you will NEVER become a warrior, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?”

No answer, once again.

“I’m going to get Cloudtail!”

“NO!”

There was absolutely nothing that could be done to get Birchpaw to do anything.

Brackenfur came back, not too much later, wide-eyed and shocked.

He found Cloudtail, who was with Stormfur, and started delivering the information quickly and concisely.

“It’s true. Firestar is dead. He was caught in a trap. There is one more detail that might interest you, which is that RiverClan scent was found on the scene.”

“No… That can’t be right!”, mewed Stormfur.

Cloudtail’s eyes filled with visions of disaster.