The medicine cat's small tattered ears pinned so flat to her head that she didn't seem to have them any longer. Her last memories were of fire and smoke, of fleeing cats and roaring thunder. Fire.

"There is no such Clan!" It came out as a wail. "StarClan would never--"

Oh, but StarClan would. StarClan would give a cat like Tigerclaw nine lives. She had seen her own son, a curse wearing fur, receive them with her own eyes.

"You're a liar! A liar and a fool! You tangle of rat's tails! You smashed bird's egg!"