I will never forget the day that Mistflight betrayed me. I suppose you could say it was the day that changed my life. I remember that day as being a cold and a chilly one, as leaf-bare had started to sweep throughout the Clans. In ShadowClan, it was colder than usual, with even the toughest warriors fluffing out their fur whenever they went outside of camp. “Leafshade,” I heard her whisper in her soft, delicate voice. I could hear my sister’s tail running across the ground as she spoke. “I want to talk with you.” “In here?” I yawned, tired and not willing to wake up. “Go on, then…” *