Sockleg sat in the chilly leaf-bare night, casually looking from den to den, hoping someone would come out so he could eat. He was hungrier than a squirrel during leaf-bare. Sockleg watched as the lichen in front of Firestar's den moved. Firestar nodded to him as he went for fresh-kill. Firestar grabbed a robin and sat next to him. "You can go get something to eat now. The warriors will be waking up soon. Your vigil is over." Firestar meowed. Sockleg yawned and headed towards the small fresh-kill pile. He wanted to be good to his clan, so he only took a mouse. "Good choice." A voice meowed behind him. Sockleg whipped around to see Firestar's