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“I saw a kittypet today," she began.
"On our territory?" Spottedleaf asked absently.
"On a fence." Would the medicine cat think she'd gone mad? "There was something about him that made me wonder if he would make a good warrior."
Spottedleaf looked up, her eyes shining with surprise. "A kittypet?"
"His pelt was the color of flame."
Spottedleaf blinked. "I understand." She spoke gravely. "You think he might be the fire."
Bluestar nodded.
"How will you know if you are right?"
"I'll ask Graypaw to stalk him for awhile. See how he handles himself. Then I'll decide whether he could really be a clan cat." Her paws began to prick with excitment that she hadn't felt for moons. "If he shows promise I'll invite him to join the clan.”
― Erin Hunter, Bluestar's Prophecy