The rain was pouring down hard while the moon was shining. Clouds covered the shining stars, worrying the wide-awake medicine cat. It was too dark to see her pelt.

She looked out of her den. Something seemed... wrong. It was too quiet, despite the rain. She looked at her sound-asleep apprentice and then slid out of the small crack entrance.

She really didn't care about the rain, she was half Riverclan after all. She feared that soon her secret would be uncovered. But, it didn't concern her. Surely Thunderclan would accept her for who she was?

Suddenly, She heard the bushes rustle. Her ears perked up. What was that? An intruder? Littletail, the cat guarding the entrance, must have heard it, too. "Did you hear that, Redleaf?" He whispered to her.

Tons of cats exploded through the camp, not just from the entrance, but the sides of the camp walls, too! They had kittypet collars lined with the teeth of dogs and cats.

Redleaf gasped and froze. Bloodclan. "Help! Bloodclan's attacking!" She yowled. Some warriors scurried out of their dens. They looked surprised and bewildered.

Two Bloodclan cats slipped away from the fight and were heading towards the nursery. Redleaf gasped and ran after them.

There was only one queen, and that was Thrushheart. She only had one, small kit that looked similar to her. They were huddled in the corner.

One of the sly felines approached Thrushheart. She spat, hovering over her frightened kit. She was ruffling up her fur. "G-get away from me! I won't let you hurt my kit!"

He smirked and, with his thorn-like claws, slashed open her throat, causing her to fall to the ground. Her emerald green eyes slowly glazed over. Redleaf gasped. The other cat must have heard her, because the mangy Bloodclan cat spun around, walking towards her.

"You can kill me, you idiotic... you idiotic kittypet scums! But if you lay a CLAW on that kit..." She was cut off by the Bloodclan cat laughing hysterically. "Oh, whadd'ya gonna do, kill me?" The cat who killed poor Thrushheart picked up the squealing kit.

Redleaf narrowed her eyes. "Mousekit deserves to live!" She hissed and leaped on top of the opposing cat, trying to rake her claws down the tom's back. She wasn't the best fighter. He chuckled and flipped her over, biting her throat. Blood trickled out and the last thing she saw was the cat taking Mousekit and exiting the den before everything went dark...

Redleaf's eyes shot open, scanning her surroundings. She was in the medicine-cat den. She let out a sigh of relief. It was a dream.

But her apprentice, Snowpaw, was staring down at her with grief and worry. "Redleaf... thank goodness your'e alright..." Her tone was dry.

Pain flooded her neck and stomach all of the sudden. It was... real? She thought and suddenly tears flooded her eyes. "No! No! They've got Mousekit! Don't treat me, treat the others! We've got to set up a search patrol and-" She was cut off by a white tail to her mouth.

"R-redleaf..." Snowpaw trailed off, her blue eyes dull. She took a side glance. "They're all dead... it's just you and... m-me... and... Bl-Blazingpaw..." Her voice broke into a quivering whisper.

The ginger she-cat stared at her with wide eyes. "N-no... I-it's all just a joke... r-right?" But Snowpaw wasn't smiling. And it was all too quiet in the camp. It was no longer raining.

Grief struck the medicine cat. Everything... everyone... gone. Dead. "Has Starclan forgotten us? Are they here?" She screeched. Snowpaw gasped.

"Don't say that!" She mewed quietly. Her ears went down. "Me and Blazingpaw are okay, and... it'll be alright..." She promised and curled up next to her mentor. Blazingpaw was nearby, sleeping. He had a deep cut on his hind leg, but that's it.

Redleaf drifted off to sleep. Starclan, please give us answers. Please...