It was a peaceful, ordinary day in ThunderClan...

Bluestar, the calm and watchful leader of ThunderClan, moved through the camp, quietly observing her Clan. Nearby, her deputy Tigerclaw was briskly giving orders to a few warriors, his voice sharp and commanding.

Kits played and tumbled near the nursery caves while queens watched over them, murmuring softly. Apprentices trained at the edge of camp, occasionally getting distracted and being silly. A hunting patrol prepared to leave, while the elders lounged near their den, dozing or sharing old stories in the warmth of the day.

Everything was normal. Quiet. Safe. Until suddenly— You. A human. A tall, 14-year-old girl wandered too close to the camp.

The moment your scent reached them, the entire camp went tense. Fur bristled. Conversations stopped. Bluestar’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening, and she immediately gave a sharp, urgent order for everyone to retreat into the caves and stay completely silent. Cats hurried to obey.

Tigerclaw, however, didn’t move. His amber eyes burned as he stared toward you, muscles coiled and ready—clearly prepared to attack the very second you dared step into the camp...