“Jetpaw! Get over here!” Hissed a rust-coloured tom to his companion, a white tom with thick black stripes. “No!” Screeched Jetpaw. “These foxes have hurt my sister, and I’m not leaving her!” The rusty tom looked at the small tortoishell body. “There’s nothing we can do for Deerpaw now.” “There’s plenty we can do!” Cried Jetpaw. “Help her! Find some cobwebs! Get Nightleaf! Rusttail, do something. Please.” He looked up pleadingly at the rust-coloured tom. Slowly, a pair of dark blue eyes opened. “Jetpaw, I... I love you.” Meowed Deerpaw feebly. Her eyes dulled, and she fell still. * * *