'"Hey Mosstooth! Want to go hunting?" Mosstooth groaned and looked at the young warrior. "Badgerfoot, I know that you just became a warrior, so here's a tip. Warriors do not go hunting constantly. Take a break every once in a while." Badgerfoot padded away, chuckling to himself. There's not going to be any prey left in the forest once that clumsy apprentice scares it all away. Warriors should be trained to serve their clan better. We don't want warriors to be clumsy and stupid, like that puny apprentice who calls himself a warrior. Someone should build them up and make them tough.' He paused for a second, then thought, 'And I'm just the cat to do it.' "Badgerfoot! Wait for-" His words were interrupted by a loud, booming voice. "Echostar is dead!" It was Talonfoot, Echostar's malicious deputy. As he talked on about Echostar's death, Mosstooth looked straight at him. His voice was filled with sorrow, but his face had a hint of victory. Success. Glory. Mosstooth shifted his gaze from Talonfoot's face to his pelt. He noticed that it was glinting in the sun. Blood. He decided. 'Wait. That's odd, returning to camp after fighting a "fox" with no wounds, but your pelt covered in blood.' Suddenly, he yowled,"Look at the blood on his pelt! Isn't that odd? He has no wounds, but his fur is covered in blood! Don't listen to anything he says! It's all fox dung!" "Mosstooth, you are obviously a loyal warrior, worrying about your leader, but i assure you, what I say is the truth." Suddenly, the medicine cat, Silverspot, sighed,"Take us to the body"