"Okay, Jaykit, I believe in you." Leafpool stretched forwards and licked the top of his head. "I know you can do it. I just..." she sighed. "It will be hard. You will face obstacles in every direction if you take this path."
"Because I'm blind?"
"No, because others will know that you are different, and try to discourage you." Jaykit swallowed at her words, nodding.
"I know. But nothing will stop me from being a warrior."
"Oh Jaykit," Leafpool purred. "Someday, you'll wow us all."
The Galra have attacked a planet, stranding the aliens who lived there. Voltron decides to help out, but find out that they took in a lot more than they bargained for.
While all this is going on, Lance has to come to terms with the past that he left behind on Earth.
Wolfsnarl showed off his long fangs and hissed. "We aren't the filthy prey-stealers here. We found more signs of stolen prey just this morning!" He sniffed angrily. "Not surprising. ValleyClan has always had the hearts of shrews."
Falconsing, bristling and snarling, paced forwards with unsheathed claws. "You say that again, foxbreath!" He hissed. Behind Wolfsnarl, the massive soot-grey cat Thunderclap met the smaller ValleyClan warrior at the border, yowling menacingly. From behind her, Eaglepelt and her apprentice Bluepaw showed their teeth, though Softpaw noticed how Bluepaw's tail twitched nervously.
"Stop! There will be no quarrel here." Birchtail meowed, glaring at Falconsing who took a reluctant step away from the border, never taking his eyes off the smirking HawkClan warrior. Birchtail turned his head back to Wolfsnarl, who bared his fangs and crouched down, eyes filled with fury.
"Cowards!" Wolfsnarl yowled. "HawkClan, attack! Teach these thieves a lesson!"