Slaughterfish had been quiet lately. But she supposed there was reason for it. Her grandmother, WaterClan's former leader, had died recently, and she'd visited to pay her respects. Now she was back, her mother still trapped by the Regime. What use was Littlebird if she couldn't even launch and effective attack? The feline was irritated, and perhaps rightfully so. Cats were getting restless with the High Priestess still missing, which only made things such as planning that much more difficult when questions were constantly launched about when the next attack would be.