A cold wind raked the forest, chilling Breezepaw to the bone. The new-leaf sun was warm, but the winds were still brutal. She saw the golden tom flicker, before he stood, and trotted past Beetlepaw, and vanished with the wind, silver flames licking at his trail before they to vanished. "What do they want?" Was her only answer to her sister's reply, her eyes watching the young leaves dance in the wind. "Why do they speak to us?"Beetlepaw shifted her paws, her claws fidgeting with a little leaf. "It's important though... we shouldn't have left camp, they always get more desperate when I leave camp." She replied quietly, her eyes watching the leaf in her claws tear into smaller pieces.