Chapter 4 (Blackclaw)
It had been raining for days and Blackclaw was tired of it, all of the prey was in its burrows, hiding.
He looked across the clearing and saw the cream-colored she-cat peering out of the nursery, he was still angry at Mistystar for taking in that cat and her kits from the horseplace, though he wanted to mentor one of the kits.
"Blackclaw!" Russetfur called from below a tree, "Can you take Pebblepaw, Minnowpaw, Weaselfur, and Shrewpelt to train in the sheltered clearing?"
"Sure," he called back.
When they padded past the last tree on their way to the clearing Blackclaw started yelling orders.
"We're going to be practicing group battle tactics today," his voice rang out into the trees.
The cats nodded as he separated them into groups, Shrewpelt and Minnowpaw against Pebblepaw and Weaselfur. He ordered them into position and they lept at each other, even though their claws were sheathed this battle looked viscous.
Shrewpelt constantly cuffing Weaselfur on the side of his head and Pebblepaw slamming into Minnowpaw's side as quickly as he could, throwing Minnowpaw off-balance.
All of a sudden a shriek came from the shore and the cats pulled apart.
They all raced to see what was happening.
Once they got there they saw Dawnflower in the water, pulling up a limp, brown tabby body.
The cat was dead.
The cat was Thistlefur.
