Two cats stared into a little puddle. "Is it true?" spoke one cat. The cat put her paw into the water and took it back out. "So, whatever Starclan cat drinks this water, they can come back to life?"
"I suppose." The other replied. "But we should tell the others."
One of the cats, which was a black and white cat, sprang forward. The other cat followed more slowly.
The black and white cat stopped in front of Nightstar. "Nightstar!" Sharpclaw, which was the name of the black and white cat, yowled.
Nightstar turned to him and growled. "What is it now? I'm trying to rest." Nightstar stood up and glared at Sharpclaw. Flowertail stepped forward.
"We found what Tallstar was talking about. There is a puddle that whoever drinks it, can come back to life."
"What?" Nightstar shook himself. "You have got to be kidding me! Tigerstar and the rest…."
They heard a grumble and a cat with a twisted foot came behind Nightstar. "What's the problem?" Deadfoot growled.
"They found the puddle!" Nightstar yowled.
His yowl woke the rest of the cats. The walked out, there eyes wide with terror. They all knew what that meant.
Bluestar shook her head. "That can't be…..but….Tigerstar."
"We have to stop them!" yowled a young cat.