POV IS PEBBLEFEATHER'S

Pebblefeather pelted around the rocks. Where was she? he thought. He was looking for Featherlight. Where is Featherlight? he asked himself again. The Gathering was in a couple of sunrises. They already had one death in the Clan: Cliffrose. Juniperstem had said that her food was poisoned by some-cat. Pebblefeather didn't think much of it since he had poisoned her. She deserved it. She was the one who gave prey to BumbleClan and FieldClan. And it caused Briarcliff to suffer. He thought. He checked the air again and found a scent. Batwing? He thought. He's probably hunting. Suddenly, a white tabby leaped out from behind a rock. Cresentmoon! Why did she smell like Batwing? Batwing jumped out at her. They're acting like kits!

"Hey! You're scaring the prey! Aren't you two supposed to be hunting?" Pebblefeather called.

"Relax! We have the prey we caught and we are racing back to camp!" Batwing called back.

"Have you seen Featherlight?" Pebblefeather asked.

"She went to help Lambpaw," Cresentmoon replied.

"And where is Lambpaw?" He asked.

"I… I don't know," she answered.

Great. More searching! He thought to himself.

"Ok, just keep it down. You're scaring the prey," he meowed, padding away. The two cats raced off toward camp; carrying their prey.

"Pebblefeather?"

"What do you want Boulderstar?" Pebblefeather said to the voice.

"Featherlight said she will go to the Gathering. You can go back to camp," Boulderstar ordered.

"Father, you told me to find her," Pebblefeather snapped.

"She came back to camp with Lambpaw," Boulderstar meowed stiffly.

"You've always preferred Batwing over me," Pebblefeather muttered angrily.

"What did you say?" Boulderstar asked, anger making his mew shake.

"I said you have always preferred Batwing over me," Pebblefeather challenged. At that, he pelted away towards the FieldClan border.