"And so the five brave young cats walked off into the merciless night, with their eyes full of courage and their bellies empty (because Specklepaw ate all the prey again), not knowing what they would find--or where they were going, because a certain one of them was very unclear in her instructions. The fate of the Clan was resting on their shoulders, shoulders that smelled like soggy fur, because apparently no one thought to clean themselves off before they started to stink like a skunk from all the rain-" And we would need all the help we could get. "No," said all four of my friends in unison.