"Are you sure this is okay?" Dawnpaw repeated for the thousandth time. Rainsplash gave her apprentice a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, Dawnpaw. These are on Blackstar's orders. Besides, DarkClan needs our help." Ashfoot turned to give them both a silencing glare. She was poised tentatively on the border of her old territory, listening for any blood warrior patrols. Usually, this would be a bad thing, but the FireClan cats wanted a couple of blood warriors to stop by. So they could kill them. "What if they don't come?" Dawnpaw asked out loud. He never got the chance. "Good idea."