He was woke up by one of the patrols returning, and sat up excitedly to see Hazeltail standing beside him, purring.

"Ready to go?" she asked, giving his ear a friendly lick. "The abandoned Twoleg den seems to crawling with prey! Want to hunt there?" Brambleclaw nodded, not particularly caring where they hunted.

They exited the den and headed towards the exit of camp. Brambleclaw felt that he was being glared at and turned around to see Leafpool sitting outside of the nursery, her amber eyes cold. He frowned, deciding to ignore her, and followed Hazeltail. Hazeltail was already about five fox-lengths away and he had to rush to keep up with the enthusiastic she-cat. They padded along the path the had been flattened by the cats that had traveled many a time during the long moons they had been there. He stared at her tail, which was standing erect, and followed it wherever she went. They reached the abandoned twoleg den- Brambleclaw could still scent the faint traces of the sickness. Hazeltail slipped in first, running her tail along Brambleclaw's flank affectionately as she passed.