"Mapleshade." He sneers at me as he pads past, his gleaming dark tabby coat flashing at me. "Tigerstar," I reply smoothly. He circles around to face me again and sits, his tail flicking around his paws. "We're leaving," he meows. "Leaving where?" I reply, trying to sound naive. He narrows his eyes at me. "Leaving this territory, badger-brain. We have to move with the Clans." Not a day goes by that I don't think about the old territories. But we can't go back, can we? But one thing keeps my longing for my old home at bay. Revenge. That was the feeling.