Chapter Twelve
Problems
LightClan Camp
Clearing
"We need to warn the other Clans about the she-badger that's running around the forest," said Snaketail.
"Why should we? We are not sentries for the other Clans!" exclaimed the Medicine Cat.
"Because we need to be able to keep the treaty between the Clans," the Leader answered slowly.
"It's bad enough that a Shadow already hangs over the forest and the Clans themselves," the Deputy with the tabby-striped tail said.
"What do you mean?" asked Mousetrap.
"I mean I sense trouble coming in no time," said Snaketail.
"I'm the Medicine Cat and I haven't seen any kind of trouble for any of the Clans."
"I believe Snaketail, Mousetrap, so please keep an eye out for anything unusual," said Whiskerstar.
"As you wish, Whiskerstar," Mousetrap said as he dips his head and returns to his den.
"So who is going to the Gathering?" said Snowdrift.
"I'm not sure yet and besides we still have a few days left before the Gathering anyway," the Leader replied.
"Oh yeah, I knew that," said the white she-cat Warrior. All of the gathered cats return to their dens, leaving Whiskerstar alone in the camp clearing.
Whiskerstar's thoughts: I hope this trouble passes without causing too much damage to any of the Clans… Whiskerstar goes to her den and falls asleep quickly.
