Leaving the Silverlake behind in the distance, the four questing cats continued their long and troublesome journey, following the scent trail of the young apprentices' Clan.
'Ow!" Dawnpaw complained as he smacked into a tree. He had been chasing a wandering moth and basically forgotten about everything else.
Flyingpaw giggled and padded over to help him up. Dawnpaw grumbled something about trees and walked on ahead, humiliated. Fangpaw rolled his eyes and shook his head, but secretly hiding a fond smile. These two cats were his best and only friends, and he couldn't help liking them.
Yewstar limped behind the young apprentices, his whiskers twitching in amusement. Apprentices were so playful and carefree, he just had to like them.
They were also the only cats who ever listened to him. He sighed as he thought of YewClan, the Clan where no predators hunted them, where no cat fought with them. But that had all changed when Blackyew came along, with his malicious evilness and his despisement of the Warrior Code and good, honest cats. He just wanted to fight and kill, to destroy and break things. He had broken up his Clan, and now Yewstar was going to bring it back together again, and fight Blackyew once and for all.
