Silverbreeze's legs trembled with anticipation as she crouched in the tall grass. "I'm leading the second patrol, right?" she clarified with Strongheart for the umpteenth time. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, he let out his breath slowly. "Yes. Ask me again and I'll kill you." Then his amber eyes softened. Touching his nose briefly to her ear, he mewed, "Good luck out there. Try not to get yourself killed." Turning to her own patrol, Silverbreeze counted heads again. "Jaywalker, Cloverice, Brightsong, Bramblepath, and Ivyfleet. Are you all ready?" "Who are we? What are we fighting for?"