It started a moon ago. Mistypaw remembered every detail. Iceflower bursting through the camp entrance, pawing at her throat. Her clanmates clustering around, trying to figure out what was wrong. Kat’s expression morphing from quiet authority to shock and confusion when she realized that Iceflower couldn’t speak. The fear and shock that had kept Mistypaw rooted to the ground. * * * “Stay away from their claws,” she hissed. Cakestar leaped up to the highrock, signaling a clan meeting. The few warriors that hadn’t been struck crowded together, eager to hear what their leader would say.