"Happy now?" Windpaw asked Cliffhawk as she stood over the body of an adder. The big grey tom shook his head, "You don't fight with honour Windpaw. Honour the prey you must. For it catches its own food, and looks that in the eye before it eats,"
"Blah blah blah," Windpaw mocked, "I fight with honour. Only true warriors, medicine cats, whatever, fight with and hunt with honour. Respect the prey,"
Cliffhawk's fur bristled, "This is how you respect the prey," He caught sight of a rabbit, hopping obliviously through the bushes. He stalked it carefully, than let it catch a whiff of his scent a moment before he caught it. It turned, and the tabby cat looked it in the eye. Understanding dawned on it, and for the sake of this not being a topsy-turvy wrong-headed world, it ran one last time before being caught by Cliffhawk.
Windpaw shrugged, "So? You just let it know it's gonna die. No big deal. Why am I even listening to you? Stoneteller is my mentor! You tell me you want to spend time alone, so I come with high hopes and you teach me how to look stupid rabbits in the eye!"
Cliffhawk looked down, saddened by her outburst, "Windpaw…" But Windpaw had stormed away.
"I don't understand," mused Brackenclaw, and Swampclaw nodded his agreement.
"Was Blackstar really in his dream? I mean, the real Blackstar? Is that why he didn't want Swampclaw to tell?" Firestar asked aloud, "I don't understand,"
"If he gave that dream, maybe he knows where they are!" Exclaimed Airpaw, an exceptionally bright apprentice.
The other cats looked excited, "And where Cloudfeather went!" Brackenclaw mewed.