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The cats were silent for what seemed like years. Then a cheer arose from Turtlepelt, and Feathersong, Badgerfleck, and Whiskerpelt quickly joined in. Soon the whole of StreamClan was cheering. They were a Clan were two full blissful minutes before anyone realized all the work that was to be done. Emberdawn spoke up first, with a sharp look at Mistleheart. "Well, we need a leader." she pointed out.

Mistleheart fidgeted. "Yes, and a medicine cat. We will also need to make this place home. That is a priority." The other cats agreed.

"Lionfur, Graywhisker, Dawnspots, Flamewhisker and Russetbranch!" She called out. "Check that there are no dangers nearby!" They nodded and padded out.

"Tanglefoot, Rowanpaw, Twistpaw, and Quickstep!" she yowled. "Can you start work on the dens? Feathersong, Birdwing, Darkrain and Frogpelt help them," all of a sudden Mistleheart realized how in charge she was. And how everyone listened to her. And how good it felt.

Emberdawn was looking at her intently and Mistleheart turned her head away. She hopped back down and added. "Everyone else, hunting, water, and herbs." When every cat was busy Mistleheart gazed around the camp. Badgerfleck walked up to her.

"Mistleheart, we are going to need a leader, and soon," Badgerfleck said worriedly.

"I know," Mistleheart sighed. "We must wait for a sign from StarClan."

Badgerfleck nodded. "I agree. We also must find another Moonriver to speak to them,"

"Why don't we search for it, then?" Mistleheart decided. The two she-cats left through the narrow tunnel surrounded by briars and ferns. They walked down to the lakeshore, around to the vast moorland.

They searched while talking, but returned back to their new camp with no luck.

Whiskerpelt and Pebblepaw had collected a reasonable amount of herbs. Badgerfleck was delighted when they reported a large supply of catmint by the river.

The fresh-kill pile was well stocked with fat, succulent prey. Mistleheart's mouth watered at the sight. Some multicolored pebbles had been cleared away by the pile of pebbles, revealing a crevice in the rock big enough for three cats to sit comfortably.

"The leader's den," she heard Lionfur explaining.

A giant pile of fresh-gathered moss was heaped at the center of the clearing. Two gorse bushes were being hollowed out and reinforced with strands of brambles. "Which dens will these be?" Mistleheart asked Rowanpaw curiously.

"This one is the elders', and this one is for the apprentices!" she said happily.

There was a clump of small trees in the far corner. Some cats were busy entwining gorse and fern to make a sheltered den big enough for several cats. "The medicine cat's den," they explained. One tree had a wide opening big enough for their herbs. A few clumps were tucked inside already.

Everything was going great! She ducked back out and padded over to sit on the grassy bridge that crossed the stream. It was then that Ravenfoot and Treebranch darted in. "Quickstep is dead," Ravenfoot panted grimly. "Fox attack."

Tabbyheart shrieked and collapsed onto the ground in a heap. Feathersong pressed against her trying to sooth the anguished queen, but horror was plain in her gaze.

"Silver drove it off, but she is badly wounded. Dawnspots had a deep cut and Lionfur has a broken paw," he reported. Graywhisker and Crowleaf burst in, supporting Dawnspots and Lionfur. Amberspark and Darkrain carried Silver between them. They laid her down in a shady area full of soft leaves. Pebblepaw and Badgerfleck went for herbs, and Whiskerpelt patched Silver up the best she could with cobwebs.

Silver was bleeding heavily from a large gash that gaped all across her chest. One eye was swollen shut, and blood oozed from a tear in her neck. Mistleheart gasped in horror at the sight of her friend. When Pebblepaw and Badgerfleck had helped Whiskerpelt tend to her with the herbs they had gathered, she wasn't looking much better. The Clan quickly made a nest around her. Whiskerpelt sighed and shook her head sadly. The hopelessness in her gaze tore Mistleheart's heart to shreds.

Whiskerpelt turned away to tend to Lionfur and Pebblepaw helped with Dawnspots. When they were safely in dens, the medicine cats clustered around Silver. As day fell to night, there was no change. Mistleheart slept next to Silver. She hoped that her friend would be better by tomorrow. But her hopes didn't go very high.

Tabbyheart sat vigil with Feathersong and Turtlepelt for Quickstep. Emberdawn whispered into Mistleheart's ear. "Starstone awaits,"