"Do you think StarClan likes to see us suffer?" Heronpaw hissed back, "Do you think they wouldn't love it if no cat ever died or was injured, ever went hungry through leaf-bare or ever got sick? StarClan can't control everything. That doesn't mean they don't do their best with what they can do."Crowpaw whirled around, facing her."Uf StarClan is all mighty, if StarClan created the clans, Then why do they let us suffer?! Why do they let cats die from battle, die from illness or injury everyday?"He hissed.
(Oh, darn, that's true. XD)That kit who put her pride away apparently couldn't do it soon enough to scratch me deep, Coldshard thought.
"So your mother is just a starry dead cat?" Coldshard said with a smooth flick of his tail. He decided to irritate Crowpaw's old wounds.
(Shots fired, Coldshard. *-*)