"Go back to camp Silverleaf!!!" Nightdeath screeched.
A familier scent drifted on Crookedclaw's nose. "Oh no!" he thought as he whipped around, head toward WindClan camp. "She shouldn't be here!" he thought miserabley when he saw Shadowheart. "Shadowheart!" he hissed from behind a rock, "Come with me now!"