You have been living in ThunderClan around the lake for as long as you were born, and suddenly one day, a thin grey tom with yellow eyes and a dark stripe on his back appeared. He was accompanied by a small, short-furred light grey tabby she-cat with blue eyes, and a torn ear. “Greystripe!” someone yowled— “Who is that with you?..” The same cat meowed— “Her name is Millie—“ The thin grey tom— Greystripe— meowed hoarsely—