StormClan was usually lively but tonight it wasn't. Several of their warriors had come down with a strange sickness and nothing Darkflower had tried was working. "Nightingalestar, Mousefoot is close to death. I don't think he'll make it much longer." The medicine cat stated, padding up to her leader. "What about the others?" The tom asked, turning to her. She shook her head. "So far, the sickness seems to be hitting some worse than others. Though… I've noticed some of the healthy cats coughing. I think the sickness is spreading." There was a silence between them for a bit until the small tom began to cough. "You're sick as well, aren't you," Darkflower stated, turning her head to look at him. "I have to stay strong for the clan." He let out a sigh, turning to look up at the stars. Darkflower followed his gaze. "Acornpaw is doing well, though I haven't been able to teach very much with this sickness." Nightingalestar closed his eyes. "Darkflower, has StarClan abandoned us? Why have they not said anything about this sickness? Are we doomed to die?" The she-cat began to answer but they were cut off by a yowl from the warrior den. Within instants, both cats had sprinted to the source. The sight that greeted them was a warrior crouched by their brother, who appeared to have stopped breathing. The brown cat looked even smaller than he had in life. Their clanmates were waking up around them, looking around in confusion until they spotted Cedarheart over Pebblefur's body. Instantly, they understood what had happened. It wasn't an uncommon scene to find family members hovering over their dead family. But Pebblefur hadn't seemed sick at all, so how did a cat that had seemed so healthy suddenly die? Darkflower shoved her way through the mass of cats until she reached Cedarheart. Nightingalestar was right behind her the entire time. She leaned down and sniffed Pebblefur's body, finding the unmistakable stench of the sickness that always hung around her den now. "We need to get his body away from here." She commanded. "No! He's my brother! He can't be dead!" Cedarheart cried, attempting to shove Darkflower away. With ease, she sidestepped Cedarheart's attempt and picked up Pebblefur's body. Padding away, she could hear Nightingalestar trying to calm Cedarheart down. "Cedarheart, I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose a sibling but we can't afford the risk of the sickness spreading." His reassuring voice eventually got through to Cedarheart and she collapsed on the ground, staring at the spot Pebblefur had laid. With a sigh, he turned to the other warriors. "Get some rest. In the morning, we will have a clan meeting about this." He commanded before leaving the den. He found Darkflower outside of the camp, in a place they rarely went. She was staring at the dead cat in what seemed to be fascination. "Darkflower, is there anything we can do to save our clan?" The she-cat slowly turned to face him, her face showing an uncharacteristic emotion. Uncertainty. "I don't know. Whatever this sickness is, none of my herbs have been able to treat it. I can ease the symptoms and make their passing relatively painless but curing it? I have no idea how." The answer stung, though he had expected it. "I see. We'll have to try our best then." He tried to sound determined, like his usual self, but his voice was shaky and he knew it. The duo padded away from where they had left Pebblefur's body, heading back to camp for some much-needed rest. Though, neither one would get much rest. Before Nightingalestar entered his den, he looked up at Silverpelt. "StarClan… Why won't you help us?" He muttered then stepped inside his den.