They're three days into the occupation of their territory, and they've already caught a bumbling old rogue. Only Brightstar insists they don't call him that- he's Tainted, she says, and they're the pure ones. They gather around him in the center of their camp- an old ravine they've found, soft and mossy and not entirely the home they were hoping for. They're all awkward, and everyone is looking at everything but the rogue on his knees. No one knows quite what Brightstar has planned.
She says something about StarClan. Something about blood and a bone-deep disease. Without ceremony, she guts the unlucky loner they stumbled across, and suddenly he's no longer kneeling.