Hello everyone! I've written this new story that's a murder mystery. I love murder mysteries so I tried crearting one involving warriors. There are many plot twists and surprises. Enjoy the story!

"What do you mean that she's dead?" a voice cried. "She can't be… no, not her."

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't save her." Another voice meowed, a bit softer than the other.

"Please… leave. I want to be alone." The first cat asked.

"Very well." The other cat mewed, then she trotted off.

A dark gray tabby tom sat next to the body of another cat. His deep green eyes were dull and clouded with grief. A light ginger's she-cat lay motionless on the ground, her fur matted with blood and her eyes stared into nothingness.

The two were in a dark den-like cave. The scent of herbs filled the den. The tabby tom kept staring at the dead she-cat, hoping she's raise her head and whisper comforting words into his ears. Though, he knew that he would never hear that sweet voice again. She was gone forever and that was it. She walked with StarClan now. There was an eerie silence, before it was broken be the voice of another.

"Smokestorm, I'm sorry about Gingerfrost. I shall miss her dearly, now is time for her vigil. Would you please bring her out into the clearing?" the young she-cat asked. Her fur glowed silver in the moonlight, though she was a light gray she-cat with blue eyes.

"Yes, Silverfeather." The dark tabby tom mewed to the medicine cat. He picked up the limp she-cat by her scruff and dragged her to the clearing. Other cats were gathering as he arrived into the clearing. Once he got to the center he gently lay Gingerfrost's head onto the ground and stepped back a few paces but kept a steady gaze at her body.

A larger brown tabby tom with many scars on his body approached the gray tabby. He sat down next to Smokestorm and shook his head in shame.

"Poor thing, she was so young too." The brown tom meowed. "I know you two were friends since kit hood. I'm so sorry, Smokestorm."

"Thank you, Dustclaw." The sad tom thanked the senior warrior politely. Everyone in the clan knew how close Smokestorm was to Gingerfrost. The two cats grew up together and now they were separated forever.

"You know, Smokestorm. When I lost my mate I was crushed. Life was never the same but I knew that she was watching over me in StarClan and I didn't feel so bad anymore. She's safe now, nothing can harm her up there." The old tom explained. "We live and we die. Gingerfrost just met death a bit too early. She was so beautiful and so passionate. Her loss is a great loss but we will manage."

All Smokestorm could do was nod. He didn't feel like saying anything else. He just want to stay silent and stare are his friend. He remembered all the times he had together and all the adventures they went on. He looked over at Dustclaw and flickered his eyes back and forth from Gingerfrost to Dustclaw.

"D-do you know h-how she…" he paused and gulped. "died?"

Dustclaw didn't say anything for a long time. Until finally he broke the long silence.

"I was with her, actually." The old tom's eyes started to swell. "We were on patrol with Grayfoot when two foxes attacked. They were hungry, very hungry. Their ribs were showing from under their skin and so they attacked. We tried fighting them off but they were too vicious." He paused. "Then I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up I found Gingerfrost barely breathing and Grayfoot gone. I figured the foxes dragged him away. I tried searching for him but I was worried that Gingerfrost would survive and I came back and took her to see Silverfeather."

Smokestorm looked down at his paws. All he could think about was her death. He never had a chance to say good-bye. How could he move forward with life? He couldn't let her go.

"I see." He mumbled to Dustclaw before leaving. He padded slowly towards Gingerfrost's body. Each step made his heart beat faster and faster. It was his turn to whisper his good-byes, but he didn't want to. He never wanted to say good-bye to her. But he realized he had to.

He was now standing in front of her body. He dug his nose into her flank and breathed in her sweet scent for the last time.

"Gingerfrost… You died too soon. I expected you to out-live Dustclaw. You were a beautiful cat and a great loss to our clan. You were my best friend." He licked her ear affectionately. "Hopefully I'll see you again one day."

He turned away and trotted to the warriors' den. Once he entered he laid down on a patch of moss and stared out the den. A cold breeze blew by, there were hardly any trees around them. This was WindClan after all. Smokestorm gazed into the clearing and slowly started to fall asleep. Before he knew it he was asleep.

Suddenly his eyes flew opened. Something wasn't right about Gingerfrost's death. Why did two hungry foxes only took Grayfoot and not Gingerfrost? According to Dustclaw, these foxes were starving and their ribs were showing. Something wasn't right.

"What really happened?" Smokestorm wondered. Was there a traitor in the clan? He needed to know what really happened.

Gingerfrost might have fallen into a trap set up by a traitor. He must know the truth.

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