"This is not good." The brown tabby tom stood staring down at the landscape below, the gathering perils reflected in his eyes. A sleek ginger she-cat padded up to him and stood beside him; both of them had that comfortable air of knowing each other well. "Will they be strong enough? Will she be strong enough?" she asked. "Well, you taught her. That's the greatest gift any cat could be given," the tom mewed. "Did you know?" Pinestar asked. His former deputy hung her head. He sniffed. "It almost destroyed her children. It still might." Her dark yellow eyes flared. "For your information, they chose-"