Lightning Tail muttered. Thunder glanced at his friend as they padded between the pines. He knew Lightning Tail was right, but his paws itched to return to Slash’s camp so much that he was willing to take the risk. “If we wait until dark, we might miss something.” “What’s there to miss?” Thin shards of sunlight dappled Lightning Tail’s pelt. “We know that Slash is planning to steal our prey and drive us out of the forest.” But I have to see Violet again! Thunder had hardly slept in the days following the attack on the moor cats. All he could think of was Violet. What if she’d been hurt in the struggle? When Gray Wing had visited the camp to share the news, his muzzle had been covered in scratches. He’d thanked Thunder for the warning—being prepared had helped them fend the rogues off—but even so, it must have been a vicious fight. He avoided Lightning Tail’s gaze. “If you don’t want to come with me, that’s fine.” Why should he put his friend in danger?
