Just as we were sitting down, looking at each other. Crowfeather rumbled in. He, being an elder now (he retired young due to an injured shoulder), never got forgiven in his clan. Never. Or so I've heard. I saw he was making small cuts all over his body. "What are you doing?" I asked. Kestrelflight looked just as confused. "Why are you doing that?" "It is time for me to go," Crowfeather mumbled, letting blood pour from his wounds. "Where?" I asked, looking around. Kestrelflight surpressed a laugh. "To StarClan, mousebrain." "I am not a-" I heard a low moaning sound. "What?" "What were you before that?"