"But Cloverclaw is supposed to have two kits, isn't she? Why are you so fixated on the tom?" A beautiful long-furred grey tabby she-cat was pacing in front of a large long-furred brown tabby tom.
"Moonsong, please calm down."
"How can I, knowing one of my best friend's kits will end up like this?"
The large tom sighed and looked at Moonsong. The grey medicine cat was pacing around, seemingly agitated. She was mumbling to herself about how StarClan would let something like this happen. She stopped in front of the tom and sat down. "There's got to be a way to stop this Thunderstar.. there's just gotta be!" Her fur was fluffed up a bit as she leered at Thunderstar.
Thunderstar stood up and turned, flicking the tip of his tail, signaling Moonsong was dismissed and that the conversation was over. Moonsong stood up and looked around as she woke, her nose still cold from the Moonpool's water. She backed away from the water and stood up, turning and running back to her home in ThunderClan camp. She curled up in her mossy nest and closed her eyes drifting off into sleep.