The last straw is when Emberstar sends a warrior 'round to ask for our surrender before she will...to use her words 'pulverize' us. Can you see me shaking in my fur? I should be scared. Most everyone else is scared. Silverstar sits up all night on the rock she calls Clan meetings from, her tired eyes scanning camp for danger. Thorn spends all day training with me, working himself harder then he works me and fidgets, torn with nightmares in his sleep. The kits wail and night and the elders whisper in the day. I should be shaking in my fur. I purr and bound over to him, "What're we doing today?"