(Brambleclaw pads into Firestar's den.) Brambleclaw: Hello, Firestar. Firestar: What do you want? Brambleclaw: Your...getting a little...old. Firestar: I'm covered in mold? Brambleclaw: Your getting old. Firestar: I'm being sold? Brambleclaw: Your getting old! Firestar: I've found gold? Brambleclaw: YOUR GETTING OLD!!!!!!!!!! Firestar: You don't need to shout. Anyway, your point is... Brambleclaw: You should retire to the elders den. Firestar: NEVER!!!!! YOUR BANISHED!!!!! Brambleclaw: But- Firestar: LEAVE!!!!! Brambleclaw: (Walks out of den muttering under his breath.) (Firestar gets on high ledge.)