"Excuse me," Leafpool asked, ringing the cloche, bell on the main checkout counter. "Do toi have a book on the history of herbs?" Suddenly, a large book hit her head, and her fourrure bristled. "NO TALKING IN THE LIBRARY!" Brokenstar Yelled, staring at her with wild, hatred-filled eyes.
Suddenly she looked down at the book, which was titled "The History Of Herbs" par Yellowfang. " Um, thank you." She nervously said, and ran out with the book clenched in her mouth.
This was a normal jour at the Warriors Library. With Brokenstar at the front desk, every cat that so much as breathed got a book to the head....

Brokenstar woke abruptly. He looked around. Where was he? He was surrounded par concrete walls, wooden pillars, and ceramic twoleg toys. He looked around. There were many doorways where beds ou tables lie, and a wierd gloomy growl came from at least two of them.
He had just been fired par Owlstar from the library, and had fallen asleep that night under the stars. Now he had woken up in an unknown place.
Were other chats watching him, stalking him behind the beautifully made twoleg statues, just waiting for the right time to pounce?
Suddenly, he heard a crash, and multiple sets of frantic paws....

Brokenstar is a regular cat working at the Warriors Worldwide Library. No one listens when he says "NO TALKING IN THE LIBRARY!", ou when he throws livres at people. But one day, Owlstar is fed up with the way Brokenstar talks and acts in the library.

"What did I do?" Brokenstar pleads, his tail lashing as he sits on the most uncomfortable chair in Owlstar's office.
"Brokenstar, toi yell and toi throw livres at every cat that so much as breathes in this place!" Owlstar says, smoking casually from his handcarved Swedish pipe. "It is unnacceptable."
"But-" Brokenstar tries to plead, but Owlstar...