A muscular tortoiseshell she-cat stood over the limp body of Windflight, fur caked with scarlet splotches.
"ThornClan!" the tortoiseshell yowled to the azure sky, anger rising inside of her chest. "You will pay for the murder of our deputy!" There was the faint sound of rustling leaves and gentle pawsteps.
"Magmastar?" a sweet-as-honey voice cooed.
"Dryadpaw, my faithful medicine cat apprentice," Magmastar meowed gently. "Has StarClan spoken?"
"No, m'lady," Dryadpaw meowed. "Stormstar has claimed that ThornClan warriors did not kill Windflight."
"Stormstar," Magmastar whispered, her voice tainted with sorrow and regret. Dryadpaw couldn't help but thinking there was an edge of longing that sneaked its way inside her leader's tone.
"We'd better get back to camp," Dryadpaw suggested shakily.
"No!" Magmastar hissed, her voice unusually aggressive. She declared with a more gentle tone, "Since Moon Falls is downstream from the river that marks the border between YewClan and ThornClan, we shall travel there tomorrow at dawn."
"We must make it back before any of our warriors notice."
"That is why we must get up before Bellwish, you mentor awakes. She's an early riser." Without waiting for a reply, Magmastar exited the blood-sodden clearing. She extended her pleasingly slender legs in long strides as she bounded towards camp. She knew she was close when the snow began to fall in heavier amounts. Her eyes flitted from pine tree to pine as the crystalline river came into view. She climbed slowly up the inclined slope that led up to Moon Falls. When she reached flat ground, she sped up. Magmastar wasn't even sure if Dryadpaw was following.
"Change of plans. We're going right now," she hissed, almost inaudibly. It wasn't long before she found the laurels and grasses that were the Moon Garden. She shifted her view to the side a bit. There it was. Frothy white water sloshed over the ashen gray rocks, plummeting down the grassy slope. Standing before Magmastar, in all its glory, was Moon Falls.