Laughter rang out through the SunClan camp, like music to Strongpaw's ears. It had been so quiet ever since the GreenClan soldiers had taken up residence around the territory; he had begun to think things would never be the same. But today, in the cool leaf-fall air, they appeared to be just fine. The elders talked and complained like usual. Queens called to their wrestling kits, telling them not to go too far. Today though, they were actually discussing something worthwhile. The GreenClan cats. "We should revolt against them," Hazelpaw said fiercely."They have no right to treat us like this."