Great Starclan, the rogues just took Leopardpaw! I looked around in astonishment, deciding whose injuries were the worst. As the medicine cat, it is my duty to keep these cats healthy. I would have to retire to the elders den soon...but I still must mentor an apprentice! Badgerkit and Bumblekit show no interest in herbs, but no other she-cats are expecting kits! Starclan, send me a sign!

"Cloudbelly!" Gasped Frogfoot, sprinting towards me in panic. "Waterkit is choking, Batpaw found him!"

I snatched up some Juniper Berries from my herb storage to help him breath, and rushed to Waterkit and Batpaw, shoving the astonished cats out of the way to reach him.

"Did he eat something strange?" I snapped at Batpaw. He looked to me, as if he wasn't worried at all about Waterkit.

"Bat-" Choked out Waterkit, answering instead. "Batpaw said…" He broke out into a fit of gags.

I aggressively shoved down the Juniper Berries, if I didn't, he would surely choke to death. My amber eyes snapped up to Batpaw.

"What did you say, Batpaw?" I asked, busy forcing Waterkit to eat the Juniper Berries.

"He ate death berries, Cloudbelly." He meowed calmly.

"He what!?" I spat, my white fur bristled and amber eyes narrowed. "You told him to eat...death berries!?"

"No!" He chuckled, as if this was all just some joke. "He was planning to eat them, and I tried to save him, but it was too late. He started choking, so I brought him out here so you could help."

I didn't have time to question him. I trusted he was telling the truth, he was my clanmate. Nobody ever lies to a medicine cat.

Silvermouse, his mother, was watching with wide eyes. She could help.

"Silvermouse, get some wet moss for Waterkit! He needs to wash down the Juniper Berries." I ordered. Silvermouse dashed off with a quick nod, heading for the river.

"I want to help too!" Demanded Firepaw, love in her green eyes.

"Not now-"

"Thyme helps with anxiety, I'll go grab some!" She dashed off without waiting for an answer.

I looked down at Waterkit, and was shocked to see his body limp, his blue eyes closed. I checked for signs of breathing, and his blue eyes flew open, yet they were creepily...angry.

"Stop her…" He hissed. "Stop her before it's too late!"

"W-What!?" I stuttered, utterly shaken. "Waterkit, are you okay!?"

"Extinguish the flames! Or the clans will be doomed!" He hissed. "She is returning, stronger than ever." His blue eyes shut, and his breathing was cut off. He was dead.

"I got the Thyme-" Firepaw stopped abruptly at the sight of Waterkits limp body. Her voice rose to a wail. "Waterkit, no!"

Batpaw sighed. "He would've made a great warrior…"

"Oh shut it!" Snarled Firepaw, lashing her tail in rage. "You barely looked for him, I searched every inch of camp and you just happened to find him on the first try, in a bush!"

"Are you accusing me of murdering him!?" Snarled Batpaw. "We've always been enemies, but we're clanmates! We will always stick together!"

I felt a twinge of guilt about suspecting Batpaw. Both Batpaw and Waterkit obviously fancied Leopardpaw, but surely no cat would go as far as to kill for love. But my mind was focused on Waterkits last words. Surely it was a warning? A prophecy, perhaps? I asked for a message from Starclan, but I never knew the cost would be the death of a kit, the day they were about to be apprenticed.