The air was the first thing that greeted Icepaw as she came out of the tree. Her eyes surveyed the tiny fresh-kill pile. As she bent down to pick a scrawny up, a cry rang through the hollow tree which was their camp. At first, she thought it was the wind, for it had been howling all night. Scilence fell over the cats, and Icepaw's heart lurched. The pale gray sky seemed to match the mood. Why was it this quiet?
Pricking her ears, the cry echoed again. It was coming from the elders den! Padding across the paw numbing groud seemed to suck all her energy out. Once again, jealousy as sharp aas a thorn stabbed her. All they had for a camp was a hollow tree over stoney ground. The only thing in sheltered them from was the rain. Otherwise, it was as if they had no camp at all. AmberClan and GreenClan had the real shelter.
Bumblepelt lay there wheezing. His once glimmering tabby coat was patchy, and his eyes were dull with pain. Rushing over, Icepaw pressed her nose into his fur. It felt cold, and she could taste the unmistakable stench of death seeping out of him. "Please, Stay with me." she whispered to him.
The tabby tom looked at her. "I brought you here, and my job is done, I did what Blossomtail asked. Now, I must join my family in StarClan." Icepaw looked at him with a look of confusion and grief. "What job?" She asked. Bumblepelt looked at her sadly. "Save the clans, Icepaw." He whispered. "Bring them back."
Suddenly, he let out a choking gasp and lay still. Icepaw threw her head back and wailed with grief. How could Bumblepelt be gone? He was old, but why would he die? With a sigh, she lay next to him for his vigil.
Sorry it's short, but I have to leave.