Violeteyes streaked back through the undergrowth, returned to the safety and warmth of the camp. Her shimmering black pelt was dull with the remains of slimy fox-dung and it was ruffled by a sudden rush of wind. She didn't have time to smooth or groom it. "Elliefang," she cried, "we've got news about Shadowclan!"
Her usually smooth voice was now cracked by her heavy breathing and panting.