"Had this apprentice died, we wouldn't be standing here, Wolfpaw. See, this apprentice was Fishstar's son. Smokepelt sure knew how to pick his opponents. No, instead of death, the apprentice had his jaw mangled by Smokepelt's rough attack. As you can imagine, Fishstar wasn't pleased, not that anything really pleased that foxheart." Dewtuft meowed derisively. "Shortly after, Fishstar came barging into our camp, claws unsheathed. It was mayhem. She demanded Smokepelt's head, along with Lionpelt-heart-wing, I can't remember his name. He also mauled an apprentice, another dunghead. Ashstar was strong, refusing to cave to the leader's outrageous demands, but we were weak then. So many traitors and weak-hearted cats like Rippedsky and Kestrelstorm... It was a bad time, we lost the battle and they tore down our camp."