Several moons later, the memory still ached. Almost as much as her empty stomach, she thought absently. It was almost impossible to find enough food on the streets, and cats from StoneClan would probably take it and leave you with a few scratches for your pains anyway. "A bunch of thugs," muttered Marie. "Who?" asked a bright voice. It was her tortoiseshell friend Leaf. How she could still have such life in her voice, Marie didn't know- the tortoiseshell was just as hunger-worn as she was. "StoneClan." "And then they have the nerve to take what's ours. Like I said, thugs." "Sure, why not?"