"What do you mean, ShadowClan?" Spat a grey she-cat. Her fur was thick and matted, and her eyes were a dull amber.

"I thought that would please you," Growled another she-cat. This one was a sharp blue-grey with a short, smooth pelt, and blue eyes.

"I am loyal to ThunderClan alone!" Snapped the first cat, fur bristling. A golden tom bounded down into the hollow.

"What's going on?" He meowed in a deep voice.

"It's the three!" Mewed the blue she-cat.

"What about them?" Asked the tom.

"They're going to be born to ShadowClan!" Cried the grey cat. The golden cat opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, two more cats ran down to join them.

"What do you mean, Yellowfang?" Asked a white tom.

"I mean what I said!" The grey cat hissed.

"What?" Mewed a calico she-cat, shocked. "Bluestar, is there nothing we can do?" The blue she-cat shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Spottedleaf. Their mother is already pregnant. They will be born in about one moon."

"This is terrible!" Gasped the white tom, pacing anxiously. Bluestar flicked her ears.

"There is one thing we can do, Whitestorm," She mewed suddenly. The tom looked up abruptly.

"What is it?"

"We can warn the Clans."