Chapter Four

Leaffeather glanced around at all of her clanmates and let out a small whimper.

"I'm the same cat I was before. I'm not the Hawkfrost reincarnation—Brackenfrost is!" Leaffeather pleaded.

"Lies!" Brackenfrost growled. Leaffeather glared at him, wondering what her brother had turned into.

"Only a truly evil cat would frame his sister for something she had no control of and even if I was a reincarnation of Hawkfrost, does that mean I would act like him?" Leaffeather said, questioning her clan. Some cats, including Ashberry, agreed with her, nodding slowly.

"Because I believe all cats deserve a fair chance, Leaffeather will stay in the clan—unless she commits an act that gives me a reason to remove her from FireClan," Amberstar said loudly.

"But, because I want to take Hawkfrost's opinion into consideration-,"

"It's not his opinion! I told him everything you have heard! I told him that one of us was the reincarnation of Hawkfrost, the other being Brambleclaw's. I said that Rosepelt was Mothwing's reincarnation! The only original thing he's said is that I'm Hawkfrost's reincarnation," Leaffeather screeched, interrupting Amberstar.

"Is this true Brackenfrost?" Amberstar questioned.

"It is true that she said Mothwing's reincarnation was Rosepelt. She did not say one of us was the reincarnation of Hawkfrost, she said someone in the clan was. As you can see, she fits the description of Hawkfrost exactly," Brackenfrost pointed out.

"Everyone considers my brother and I to be twins, he fits Hawkfrost's description as well as I do!" Leaffeather countered.

"Stop this both of you! Because Brackenfrost came to me, I will have someone watch Leaffeather until she has proven herself guilty or innocent—would anyone like to volunteer for it?" Amberstar asked. Leaffeather glared at her brother. Amberstar is blind if she doesn't realize that Brackenfrost is Hawkfrost's reincarnation. "Frost" is even in his name."

"Once again, any volunteers?" Amberstar asked again. Leafffeather looked around, expecting her best friend, Mossthroat, to volunteer. Instead, a golden pelt rose out of the crowd.

"I will," called the tom.

I know it kinda short but thats all my BFF wanted to wright what did ya all think you like it