Brambleclaw couldn't sleep that night. The events of the past day filled his head, making him restless. Knowing sleep was impossible, he quietly stood up and picked his way through the cats to the entrance of the den. Glancing back, he made sure no cat had been woken. The Thunderclan deputy sighed as the cold night air hit him. He looked up at the night sky. The sky was covered in clouds, making the moon's light cast an eerie glow over the camp. Silverpelt couldn't be seen through the clouds, and Brambleclaw worried that it was a sign that Starclan was angry. Suddenly, his ears perked up. Someone was talking. Why in the middle of night? He wondered, quickly following the sound. Brambleclaw crept out of camp, carefully making sure he didn't step on any sticks. As Brambleclaw grew closer, he un-sheathed his claws, in case it was an enemy clan. Finally, he reached a small clearing. Parting his mouth, he tried to determine what clan it was. Definitely Thunderclan. He sheathed his clawas and sighed in relief. But what were they doing at this hour? Brambleclaw crept a little closer, trying to see who it was. He caught a glimpse of black fur. Who has black fur? He wondered. Then the cat stopped. "Do you hear something?" They hissed. So there's more than one cat. He thought. Unless someone in my clan is crazy and talks to imaginary cats. Brambleclaw stayed silent, praying to Starclan he wouldn't be found. A flash of orange fur caught his eye. "I think whatever it is, it's over here." Brambleclaw froze. They were coming to where he lay.