Darkstar anounced to his clan, "As you know, we need more fresh kill." Yowls of agreement came from the crowd of ShadowClan cats. "Actually," Graystorm, ShadowClan's deputy, said, "We have enough fresh kill to survive." "We need more!" Darkstar yowled, "So I've come up with a plan." "What is it?" Sharpfang asked eagerly. "At the next gathering, we will ask the clans if they will allow us to hunt on our territory, because of our hunger problem-" "We don't have a hunger problem!" Graystorm interrupted.