Briarheart snarled in anger as she was clawed by a light-furred WindClan tom. The young ShadowClan she-cat lashed out at him, leaving deep, red clawmarks in his face. His amber eyes glittered in hatred. Briarheart couldn't blame him. Ever since Brokenstar became leader, life in ShadowClan had been hell. Kits forced to train as apprentices as early as three moons old. Every cat forced to eat crowfood. All under the murderous leader's bloody rule. And Briarheart was sick of it. Now, a battle with WindClan? Just what they needed. "Well? Fight!" he hissed before leaping back into battle.