"Twolegs have been doing harmful things to the water, Bluestar. The Clans won't have anything to drink until Leafbare," Firestar said. "And they've started bringing their dogs." Bluestar continued walking, ignoring Firestar's remarks. Firestar bounded to catch up. "They've started hunting in the forest, too. And setting traps. Is it possible the Clans will have to move once more?" Bluestar stopped suddenly. "I don't know, Firestar! I know things are tough for the Clans, but they can solve it on their own! Besides, twolegs haven't hunted anything but rabbits. It'll only affect WindClan, if anyone." Firestar looked her in squarely in the eyes, fur bristling slightly. "If it affects any Clan to the point of starvation, something needs to be done. The Clans can't stay at the lake anymore if twolegs continue to pollute it." Bluestar closed her eyes. "If anything is to be done, moving is the last thing on the list." Firestar bowed his head. "Yes, Bluestar." Then he sulked away. Bluestar remained immobile, and looked at the dark night sky. "Are you alright, Bluestar?" She turned to see Featherwhisker, watching her from behind a tree root. "Yes, I'm alright." He sat next to her. Bluestar sighed. "Am I making the right choice, Featherwhisker?" He shrugged. "I'm not one to say what's right or wrong. But, if you don't help the Clans in some way, I'm afraid they'll be wiped out." Bluestar nodded. "Thank you, Featherwhisker."