SootPaw watched as WhiteFrost and BrokenSight celebrated becoming warriors. A low growl rumbled in his throat. "They don't deserve to be warriors," he grumbled softly. "All they do is play around." SootPaw's thoughts were disturbed by a small, female voice. "Still fretting over those warriors, Sooty?" mewed an orange-brown kit. "Don't call me Sooty." growled SootPaw. "You shouldn't be here, MossKit. FireStar hates BrambleClan. You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand." he threatened. "Sheesh," MossKit backed away. "Can't I check on a cousin? I'm going, I'm going." she mewed, turning and leaving FireClan camp. SootStar sighed in relief. She was gone. But his relief was short-lived. "Well, well, well." meowed a strong male voice. "Do I smell BrambleClan?"
