This is not true Clan! How many of them are kittypets, refusing to leave their pampered nests of slop and Twolegs fawning over them? Their leader doesn't even know where half of them are when she's asleep.
Oakstep, we have to leave them behind. We were too busy fleeing to save our own pelts to carry our fallen Clanmates.
"StarClan? Do you think they are really watching over us? If they cared about us at all, they would never have let the rats come."
I'd rather die than go crawling to Twolegs for food.
