Twistedkit didn't realize it, but she must have dozed off. While she had been sleeping someone, probably Crowstar had carried her into the elders den. Whoever it had been had left teeth marks of her back and neck. In the nest next to her Crooktail was watching her. "If you're wondering who brought you here it was that old crow Crowstar" Twistedkit laughed at his joke. Crooktail purred and nudged her. "Come on. I'll take you into the clearing and watch you practice flying"
About two moons passed since she had been renamed and sent to the elders den. She had formed a daily routine with Crooktail. Wake up, Eat, Tell stories, Make funny jokes about Crowstar, Practice flying, Get a drink, Practice flying again, Eat, Go to sleep. Almost every day went like that with the occasional clan meeting. When the two cats woke up they had no idea that a terrible fire would come and kill Crowstar the old crow.
Later that day Twistedkit was practicing her flying when a foul scent washed over her. "Smoke" she cried out. "Fire! Fire" she yowled as the camp burst into flames. Cats flooded out of their dens and flew up and away. "Everyone's out" called Windtail who was leading the cats away from the fire.
After two horrible nights of sleeping in trees the clan returned home to find their leader, dead, with two horrible bent wings. Honeygaze wailed, and rushed forward to her mate. Petalwish looked up at the sky. "Windtail is now leader of Flightclan!"