(Narrative) His outline began to fade. As it vanished, Jayfeather's fury erupted. He felt around on the ground for a sharp stone. Then he snatched up the stick, balanced it across the stone, and brought his forepaw smashing down on one end. He heard the stick break, and splinters pierced his paws. Rock and the ancient cats had betrayed him, too. Did no cat tell the truth, ever? -Jayfeather