Moonlight shone in a single shaft over the dead body of Russetfur, as if leaving a silent, unknown whisper of a message. Blackstar sat beside her, his head bowed, his fur shining so white that he almost looked like a member from StarClan. And shadows slipped away from the throng of glum cats that silently stared onwards, eyes glazed with unspoken words dying to be put to the small breeze.

I would never forget what had happened: the Clan lining up with ThunderClan, opposing each other with vicious snarls and warnings. It was our territory, Firestar gave it to us, and he had no right to steal it back! But he suspiciously changed his mind, going into an assault, which was very unlike the kittypet, whom I used to respect.

Then that ugly phrase sprang into the air: "ThunderClan, attack!" Chaos took complete control, driving each warrior to their limits' extent. First, all I heard was hissing and the sound of fur being ripped out. Blood started to pool everywhere, staining the ground a scarlet red. The same red as Russetfur.

Russetfur held Firestar down to the ground, shaking him around like a mouse. It surprised me since our deputy was frail and old. Lionblaze jumped forward towards her. He landed and wrapped his paws around her neck and pulled her off the ThunderClan leader. I don't blame him for killing her; Russetfur was fragile. Besides, Lionblaze is like kin to me, and we were once considered it. Until his secret was released.