Miststar glares at both of us, "What is this?" She doesn't even give us time to answer, "Loonblossom, come here, now."

As Loonblossom pads forward, I'm scared of what Miststar will do to her.

"Foolish, on the day you're made a warrior. You're lucky you're a nine, or I would punish you. Now Mountainpaw, come here!"

I gulp, slowly treading to Miststar.

"Low born seven, to think I'm not lowering your rank. Instead,"

Before I can blink, stone hard claws meet flesh.