QUOTE : Don’t worry, Lark.” Jayfeather recognized the voice of Brook’s kit Pine. “He’s blind! He won’t know we’re creeping up on him.” Oh, won’t he? Jayfeather tensed his muscles as he detected the pad of tiny paws on the stone floor of the cave, and heard a stifled mrrow of laughter. He waited as their scent grew stronger, and he sensed soft breath riffling the tips of his whiskers. “Looking for something?” As he spoke, Jayfeather leaped to his paws. Two high-pitched squeals bounced around the cave. He listened with satisfaction to the sound of paw steps skittering away. “Mother, that weird cat scared us!” “He’s going to eat us!” Jayfeather’s satisfaction faded and his pelt grew hot with embarrassment. They’re only small. They didn’t mean any harm. “Sorry!” he called out. “I wouldn’t hurt you, kits!