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Shadowsong pulls Twig onto his back.

"I'll save you," he grunts. "I'll save you even if these preoccupied rat-brains won't."

He turns to the fighting cats. "STOP!" he bellows, a shrieking cacophony of every cat on the battlefield's voice erupting from his throat. "What is wrong with us?" he continues, then says the unexpected.

"StarClan smite you all," he yowls. "The spirits of ShadowClan curse your descendants. The cats of the Dark Forest put claws through your souls. What would Bluestar's spirit say if she saw this? What would Scourge's? What would Tall Shadow's?"

The cats can see something else in his eyes now, something different. Something dangerous.

Something Clanborn.