Willow looked up. She was in a small den. A pale gray tom with markings, spots and speckles was standing in front of her. "What do you want?" Willow grumbled.
"Who are you?" Willow narrowed her eyes.
"I'm your new prisoner." She stood up. "Or hadn't you heard?" The tom laughed. Willow glared. The tom opened his mouth to speak, but his first word was drained out by another.
"Willow!" Tinker! The black tom stepped into the den. he rested his gray-tipped tail on willow's back.
"Stormheart," Tinker purred. "I was looking for you." The gray tom tipped his head.
"What for?" he mewed.
"I.. I can't say it in front of Willow."
"What?!" Willow hissed, immediately backing away from him. Though Tinker looked bewildered, nothing kept him from answering gravely.
"Silverstar has something to say." Stormheart's head tipped even more.
"What?"
"That's for everyone but Willow to know," a voice said behind them. Everyone gave a surprised jump and turned around. Silverstar.
