Whitestreak charged over to Streamstar's den. She expected the she-cat to have died from an unknown illness or from age (though Streamstar was young enough), but what Whitestreak did see was terrifying. Streamstar was resting in a pool of her own blood.

The ground was stained red, and Whitestreak, to her disgust, had unknowingly got her paws entirely red. She quickly cleaned them, the salty taste nearly surprising her. Some of the blood still stuck on her paws, to her annoyance. Spottedkit and Snakekit were huddled together, wailing. Rosedapple pressed close to her kits to comfort them.

Whitestreak waited. Did Streamstar die, despite being on her seventh life? Though, suddenly, Streamstar's eyes flew open and she perked up, scattering red drops and causing screams of surprise from the kits. Her fur prickled with fear and surprise as she spoke. "What's going on?! Did I really die?"

Whitestreak nodded. Streamstar didn't relax.

"I was told by StarClan that I lost a life, and I thought it was a dream!"

"What's going on?" Whitejay emerged from the trees, all soaking wet.

Shiningeyes ran up to Whitejay. "What happened? Why are you wet?"

"Fell in the lake. Putting that aside, what is everyone talking about?" Whitejay asked.

(Later...)

Whitejay didn't take the news that Streamstar nearly died easily. He curled up in his den, mumbling things like "What if she comes for me?" Owlscreech was resting at the moment, but she moved into the apprentice den so Whitejay couldn't bother her anymore, followed by Pebblespots. A black warrior with long fur named Lionshade stayed in the den, trying to assure him that no one else will be killed. A RiverClan patrol brought back Crookedtooth, a ShadowClan warrior, who was on a ShadowClan patrol, heard the news of Streamstar, but must've thought that Streamstar really did die, because he said that he wanted to "pay his respects for one of the greatest leaders".

When Crookedtooth was finally assured that nothing truly terrible happened and disappeared into the trees, Streamstar leapt up her den.

"All cats old enough to swim, gather for a clan meeting!" she called, and soon, RiverClan was gathered. Streamstar sighed before continuing. "We all heard of what happened this morning. You all should know this can't be tolerated. If anyone knows anything, please let me know!"

"Whitestreak did it!"

Whitejay stood up, fur bristling. "She did it! Remember? Earlier, she was in your den, and now, she has blood on her paws!"

A wave of whispers soon turned to yowls.

"It's true! I saw her in your den!"

"The murderer has to be exiled or killed!"

"She was with me!"

Snakeheart spoke up the last part. "I was with her most of the time!"

"She could've killed Streamstar before she came up to you," Whitejay said. "You never know."

"You don't know, either!" Snakeheart snapped. "It could be a rogue for all we know!"

But Streamstar sighed. "Whitejay could have a point."

Whitestreak turned to Streamstar, frightened. 'She believes Whitejay! I didn't do it, though!'

"But," Streamstar continued. "I will give Whitestreak a half-moon to prove she did nothing. That will start after tonight's gathering."

Whitestreak stood up. "Alright, Streamstar. I will try to prove that I am innocent."