Brackenstar looked at the ground, thinking about his choices. "Whatever we do, cats will get hurt...Though I think it would be best to leave to find this...LightClan, or anything else." Featherpaw followed Blossompaw, who sniffed through the fresh-kíll pile. "Yuck, look! It's a rat!" Featherpaw's tail twitched with annoyance. "Leave it if you don't like it, Blossompaw. Respect MoonClan prey."