Quailfeather had already assembled everyone by the time we reached the rest of the Clan. She was standing on a small peak of rock, giving final orders. "Cranelegs, Nighthawk, don't leave the elders or queens. Kits, please behave. There's a lot at stake here." The older kits were gathered around Petalkit and Poolkit in a defensive formation. "We won't let any stupid, mangy rogue past!" promised Brightkit, her face dead serious and her amber eyes bright with agitation. I noticed a dark brown she-cat standing off to the side and padded towards her. "Oh, no. You're not fighting." "Oakstar-"