The sunlight seemed to cast a shadow over everything. The beauty of the area, the sound of birdsong, was muted in a terrible, ominous way. A blanket of emotion that only those in the meadow could feel, invisible to others yet as solid and real as the agony that ripped jagged scars through their hearts had been wrapped around those huddled in a small group, defeated, exhausted, doomed... To say there was even a sliver of hope in their minds would be a beautiful lie that they would want to hear, but of course, it was just a lie... Like everything they had been taught. Their friends had said they'd always be there. But were they there? No. Their clan mates had sworn to loyalty, but were they loyal? No. And StarClan... If StarClan were really there, really cared, this would not have happened. Of course StarClan couldn't control everything, but this... This was beyond that. StarClan knew. A prophecy had been sent to the clans, but of course, could they decipher it in time? Of course not. No one would have thought the true meaning of the words,

Five doves,
Each different and yet the same,
Will take flight.
A storm will cross their paths,
and one of the five will be thrown from the others,
never to be found unless courage and faith prevail...

meant what had just happened. They were, without a single doubt, to die, or else live a wretched life. Forever. The grim truth had swallowed those of the group whole. One of them, however, was sitting away from the others, her muzzle raised to the bloody sky, a sky stained with the blood of those who had died... Her blue eyes were wet with tears, but her gaze remained strong. Her mouth was moving, but she made no sound. Was she praying? Just then, from the surrounding trees, came a mass of cats, like a huge wave encircling the little group of cats, leaping over the dead bodies, the injured cats that could not rise.
The small group of cats formed a defensive ring, but compared to the huge ring around them... They were like a pebble in the ocean, to be tossed about until they sank underneath the dark waters... A pure white cat padded from the larger ring. He was huge, a massive cat, with an ugly scar down his right eye. He spoke his words loud and clear, a triumphant sneer across his muzzle. He spoke to the tiny group of cats before them. Immediatly the cat with blue eyes, leaped to her paws, and her words were even louder than the cat who had spoken to her. Holding her head high, her words echoed clearly around the whole forest, seeming to send a blast of fiery ice with them. "Never."
And then the ring of cats closed in, the screams of their victims lost in the yowls of victory as the blood of the survivors stained the ground, and the memory of the four brave cats who had tried to rebel against those that had been cruel to them since the Capturing Day, was lost with the cry of the cat with the blue eyes. Or so they thought. But one cat, the fifth cat would never forget. Never.