Can Someone Say, "Six, Six, Six?"

[Jet]

The dust stained into his dark hide that blended with the dark, terracotta stones and earth in the territory. The sun beat upon his brow and made his young flanks heave with the effort of travels; yet, he disregarded the discomforts with a bored indifference. His dark green eyes glittered with a bemused expression. Had his paws walked this trail before? It seemed like it...

He stopped, his flanks stained with sweat that was so normal. The young cat needed shade, and here there wasn't much. He flicked his tail tip irritably and watched the sky with a bored expression. Who needs it? This place is... He just shook himself and half-turned, wanting to leave, when a scent snagged his interest. It was femme, but the reek of blood and death mingled with it. It was stale; it was filled with fear-scent and relief. And... he caught his own aroma, as a newborn.

So, this is the place where I was born?

He sat and stared at the ground in wonder, his right forepaw's six claws flexing in and out, as he did when he was thinking. Veil Sixclaw was the devil's son; and there was a reason he had six claws instead of five.

[Featherstar]

<sub>What is that?

That smell? That ever so slightly familiar scent. Where did she recognize that scent from? Featherstar had simply been walking along the borders, doing a sort of 'patrol' all by herself when she noticed the familar scent coming from the wind. And then she saw the tom who carried that scent off in the distance. Moving over to the dark-pelted male with a smooth quickness and was about to ask him what his purpose was when she stopped short. The cat at which she was looking had a sixth claw. This was a trait that she recognized. She had taken a kit with a sixth claw to Blindsong to nurse and then that kit had vanished. Could this be him again. The StoneClan leader's voice rasped when she called quietly,

Veil?</sub>