It was a quiet night, the one sound you could hear were the leaves on the trees, and the bushes, brushing against eachother softly. Small droplets of rain began to drop from the sky above.
A slim, boney, sandy she-cat padded slowly from the leader's den, her tail brushing against the vines hanging over the entrance. Droplets of rain hit her tiny build.
She'd sit, looking up at the night sky, a droplet of rain hitting her eyes every once in a while, but she didn't mind. She could only think, imagine. A better way for her clan to survive in these dire times. All she could hear was the rain hitting her. No wind, no leaves, nothing.
A small, dark brown apprentice ran to the entrance of the medicine cat den. "SANDSTAR!" the she-cat would yowl, her leader not responding, everything was still silent, until everything turned black, But only for a moment. The leader woke again, but this time she was in the medicine cat den, she had snapped out of whatever trance she was in, and looked, scared, at the tiny she-cat beside her. "Try to relax, and don't move." the she-cat would say softly, before padding over to her herbs to sort them.
Sandstar's ear twitched. "Nettlepaw."
The apprentice stopped dead in her tracks, her tail drooping to the ground. "Yes, Sandstar?" she'd turn her head around, her green eyes showing a glow.
Sandstar would also turn her head. "How many cats have died tonight?"
Nettlepaw would turn, looking at the wall, trying to hold back tears. "3.. 3 cats... From starvation. As you already guessed.. One kit, one warrior, one elder."
Sandstar would unsheath her claws, digging them into the ground, tears dropping into the dirt. "Nettlepaw.. I want you to run away."
Nettlepaw would shift herself around. "Sandstar-"
The leader would cut her off "Please.." she'd shake. "Please, find the other clans.. Beg to be allowed in. Run to the twolegs, anything. I just want you to survive.."
Nettlepaw had tears streaming down her face "Sandstar.." the she-cat's voice would shake "I can't leave you here, without any food, you're on your last life, your ribs are showing, you're going to die soon."
Sandstar would stare at the apprentice, her ribs were showing as well, she knew they were both going to die. Soon.. Tonight. The apprentice would dash towards her, burying her head into the leader's fur. "Why won't Starclan rescue us." her voice was unbelievebly shaky. The leader's tears would drip onto the apprentices face. "You still believe in them?"
Everything went silent. Both the leader and the medicine cat apprentice had starved that night.