She is an ant. He looks at her, and thinks she doesn't know it yet, that she is one of a multitude, one more leaf lost into the forest, a snowflake buried in the snow. Emberpaw is a minion, and she thinks she's unique. Strongclaw could tell her she's just another replica. She is a shadow of her mother, as her mother was for her grandmother. A legacy of shadows, he thinks, and he wishes he was so much more intimate with that feeling. He himself was some kind of mistake. He was not the offspring Morningstar had hoped for. He wishes that he were an ant too. And then, maybe, as ants they could talk.