Cats began hissing and snarling, their back fur rising and claws unsheathing. Duskfur is staring at me unemotionally and Antstar has his brows furrowed.

"Acornpaw . . . I never thought you of all cats would've killed Thawpaw . . ." Grasspaw whispers.

Echomask is standing at the back, her eyes turned to slits. She turns away and enters the medicine cat den.