Swiftflight followed the two toms through the twolegplace towards her goal. A dark alley in the twolegplace loomed ahead. As they entered, all color beside faint eye colors faded away.
As they neared their destination, a wave of scents washed over her. Many bared the scent of the two toms she was following the scent of now, but others had . . . more interesting scents. Many bore scents of twolegs, others had more older clan scents.
Finally, she saw the familiar pair of green eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Swiftflight dipped her head. "Sorry to interfere, but Goldstar and I have agreed we need your help." She answered.
The tom padded away. "Why would you need my help? I am an outcast."
Swiftflight stepped back. "Goldstar is injured, he is in no state to lead. We need you, as I was told by wolfsilence, 'a cat who bares an ounce of a kittypet will lead the clan to victory.' He received this vision before starclan disappeared."
The tom turned. "I turned my back on that clan, because he turned his back on me! So why should I help those who turned their back on me?"
Swiftflight thought for a moment.
