Her yowl tore through the thick, night air like thunder. With a sickening thud she crashed to the ground at the foot of the ravine. Her once beautiful, golden fur was now messy and matted with clumps of blood and dirt. Her once bright, gorgeous green eyes were now a saddening lackluster hue, and they rolled up towards the top of her head. Lightning cracked into the sky, showing the mess of her remains for a brief moment before rain came pouring down from the heavens. A murder of the worst sort had just taken place, and StarClan were not happy for it.
The usual peaceable air about the ThunderClan camp had changed quite drastically. As rain fell onto the cats' pelts mercilessly, they searched for their leader through parted eyelids, barely being able to see and smell for the weather. Their hearts ached with the fast-spreading knowledge that their leader had been on her last life, in spite of her young age. Their deputy, Hushedflight was the one who was possibly searching the hardest. The pads of his paws bled, rubbed raw from searching all of ThunderClan from the very earliest traces of dawn to the now settling dusk. Would he be the cat who had to hold a meeting to declare the leader dead? He did not want to be that cat... As these thoughts scratched at his mind like a wretched rat, he came to a small foothill, his belly rumbling with hunger and his paws numb with pain and tiredness, and he laid his weary self down for a moment. His eyes scanned the sky, and listlessly his gaze fluttered downward to see... He squinted against the rain, and also for straining to see...something. It was the body of a cat, he noticed with a small jolt. ...No...it was... His eyes snapped open, and did not blink out the fat drops of rain which landed in them.
"Morningstar!" his yowl cracked in his throat, and his aching legs stood him up quickly. As though on cue, thunder cracked and then rumbled out. Morningstar was dead.