The memory still haunted me.

I had just fallen asleep when I heard a screech from one of the queens. "Spiderkit!"

I leaped to my feet as I heard a battle cry. I burst out of my den.

After chasing a few warriors out, I noticed that most of my clan lay injured or dying. As I was distracted, a dark-colored warrior knocked the breath out of me. I will always recognize that claw. Tigerstar!

"The great Firestar falls!" he spat in my face. "Join me! Make me your new leader!"

"Never!"

"Very well. Then you will die." A group of cats helped Tigerstar pin me down. I flinched as he raised his paw and served the death blow.

After meeting with StarClan, two cats dragged me away. I weakly stood up. Blood stained every fallen leaf in my camp. I glared at Tigerstar. "This isn't over! StarClan will not stand and watch a tyrant rule the forest!" I spat. I turned to my own warriors. I flicked my tail, and we ran off towards Highstones.

.

Now that we were back, Barkface offered to teach Echosong more about herbs and remedies. Tallstar's deputy, Deadfoot, was killed in battle, and he now appointed Mudfur as his second in command. Mudfur worked beside Sharpclaw to help order patrols.

Sandstorm walked up to me. "Firestar, May I speak to you?"

We walked out of the camp. Sandstorm's expression flooded with worry. "Oh, Firestar. If times weren't so dark, if be telling you good news," she meowed. "I'm having kits!"

At first I was confused. What's wrong with that? Then I remembered. "Sandstorm, I know you're worried. But we will fight to keep these kits alive. I promise."

"I hope you're right," she whispered.