"No, I'm sorry. You'll never walk again." Briarlight felt as if the ground had been snatched out from under her as the blind tom broke the news.
"What will I do?" She wailed, clawing the moss beneath her.
"It's okay." Millie pressed closer to her, but Briarlight pushed her away as best as she could.
"Remember Cinderpelt?" Blossomfall tried to console her. "She was crippled too, but she was a great credit to the Clan."
"At least she could walk!" Briarlight whimpered, burying her face into the moss. It was soft and absorbed her piteous wails.
"And she could see." Jayfeather added bitterly.
"Will I have to be an elder?" Briarlight wailed. She had just been made a warrior.
"Maybe." Jayfeather answered.
"How can you be so...so..." Millie started, glaring at the mottled gray tabby tom.
"Insensitive?" Bumblestripe offered. His black-striped tail flicked uneasily.
"Yes!" cried Millie.
"I'm not going to honeycomb my words!" Jayfeather bristled slightly.