“Now stay close,” A cat with dark fur and one black ear said. “We are getting close to the Thunderclan border.” A dog padded after her and barked, “Yes, Quailchime!” Excited and clingy, Quailchime thought. All the more reasons for me to hate this scrap of fur. She grunted as she stopped, “Actually let's go toward the Windclan border,” She ordered. “Step lively Houndpaw.” After what felt like 100 moons to Quailchime they were at the gorge. Finally, I can get rid of this dumb nuisance! “What’s that down there?” She pointed with one paw. “Ooh where!” Houndpaw inched to the edge of the gorge. “I can’t see anything!” Quailchime unsheathed her claws and gripped his scruff. Swirling around as he whined she let go, sending him flying. He howled in terror as he began to plummet toward the water, where sharp, rocky earth waited to greet him. Suddenly she caught a flicker of movement, and saw a white, fluffy she-cat sink her teeth into his fur. As he yowled Quailchime noticed the cat had wings! Floweringivory! She thought. Where did she find those wings- wait! The wings flared open just before Floweringivory would have hit the earth below her. What in the name of Starclan! Quailchime thought, almost wailing it aloud. “Trying to kill our newest clanmate,” Floweringivory turned to where Quailchime would have been— if she hadn’t darted away. “Oh well,” she purred. “We’ll have to tell Plumstar later!” She closed her wings and took them off. “Can you believe these kittypet wings actually work?” She chuckled. “Those are Palefur’s wings?” Houndpaw widened his eyes in shock. “Yes, and now we need to tell Plumstar that Quailchime is a traitor,” Her eyes hardened as she spoke, “I should have known.”
