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There was something there that puzzled him, and something in Ashfur that he couldn’t read.
“What, Berrystumpytail?” Poppypaw suggested. “That would be a mouthful!”
“Like, Jayno-eyes? That’s just as stupid as Berrystumpytail,” his sister replied.
“Stoneteller blamed me for the deaths.” Stormfur’s voice sounded bitter as deathberries. “He banished me from the Tribe. Brook insisted on coming with me.”
“Great.” Stormfur’s voice was bitter. “I get to be told I’m dead all over again.”
“Don’t be angry with them,” he told Squirrelflight. “They remind me of a certain ginger apprentice who also insisted on going on a journey when she hadn’t been invited.”
“He’s way old!” Breezepaw muttered into her ear. “Older than any of our elders. Why isn’t he dead yet?”
“You’re right, I don’t catch prey no more. I get my food from Upwalkers. But I reckon just this once I might try eatin’ ill-mannered kits.”
“This is about life or death,” Stripes interrupted. His claws slid out. “If necessary, our life and your death.”
Maybe Breezepaw wouldn’t be such an annoying furball if he had Brambleclaw for a father instead of Crowfeather.
