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Cricketpaw gaped as Featherpaw, Cloudtail, Songstream and Fallingleaf dragged Daisy, Rabbitkit and Duskkit's bodies into camp. Cricketpaw saw that Rabbitkit was alive, because the little kit was squirming in Fallingleaf's jaws. Dawnstar and Antberry raced outside, headed for the patrol. Antberry nodded to Goldenheart to let the unmoving Duskkit down so that he could inspect her. The tom nudged her chest, feeling for a heartbeat, and checking her pulse. Finally Antberry looked up, panic fading from his eyes and meowed, "she will live." Dawnstar nodded while she nudged Daisy's body. The cream queen was unmoving and covered in her own blood. Clearly, she was dead. Cloudtail sighed as Brightheart came to comfort him. Cricketpaw knew that Daisy and Cloudtail were close, but not mates. The long haired tom must have been devastated by her death.

"MY KITS! WHERE ARE MY KITS?" yowled Blossomefall, Rabbitkit and Duskkit's mother. The white and tortoiseshell she cat raced to the two kits and buried her face in their fur. "Oh my sweet, sweet kits! I love you, I'm sorry. I will never send you away again." she sobbed. Dawnstar raised an eyebrow and stepped up.

"Blossomfall, what do you mean by 'never send you away again'?" she meowed angrily. The queen looked up nervously and shuffled her white paws.

"Well, I was afraid for my kits, so I told Daisy that since she had come from the horseplace, to take them there until it was safe." she replied edgily. The ThunderClan leader glared at the stupid queen.

"Daisy was going to live in the horseplace again?" she growled. Blossomfall stared at Dawnstar with wide eyes.

"No! I sent her there, Daisy was going to come back." she wailed.

"How did Daisy die?" squeaked Blueshine. Antberry, who stood rubbing Duskkit's chest sighed.

"Daisy's wounds indicate that something must have punctured her neck. That's where she bled the most. What caused it, I don't know." he meowed, parting Daisy's fur. Suddenly, he hissed and meowed to Goldenheart to get moss. The apprentice raced to the medicine den, to return with dripping moss in her jaws. Antberry dabbed the moss on Daisy's bright cream, bloody fur, then gasped. He indicated for Dawnstar to come over. As the dusky leader peered at the wound, her blue eyes hardened and her long claws unsheathed.

"There is a claw caught in Daisy's neck. Along with black fur." Cats growled at Antberry, who also had a black pelt. Dawnstar pulled out the claw to reveal a red colored talon as long as a crow feather!

"Wait! If the killer truly is Antberry, then he must have a claw missing!" Cricketpaw challenged. Dawnstar nodded and gestured for Antberry to unsheathe his claws. The older tom nodded and unsheathed all 4 paws. Goldenheart inspected them and shook her head.

"All claws are there. And as you can see, Antberry's claws are silver and short. Typical medicine cat claws, whereas the murderer's claws are long and red stained." the she cat sighed in relief. Cricketpaw could tell that she was holding her breath, hoping that her own mentor was not the killer of ThunderClan.

Antberry nodded and sheathed his claws. "I promise that I am not the killer." he vowed. Dawnstar sighed and returned to Daisy and the kits. She ran her tail sadly over the fallen queen and looked to her elders, Birchfall, Brackenfur, Sorreltail and Ferncloud.

"We will have vigil for Daisy tonight. Duskkit and Rabbitkit will need to stay in the medicine den for a day." the leader turned to a shamed Blossomfall.

"Blossomfall, you will have to spend three sunsets without your kits. Just as you were willing to give them up once, you will be granted that wish. You are not to see them, much less look at them." The white and tortoiseshell she cat gaped at the leader in outrage.

"But- but they have not yet been fully weaned! They are only 3 moons!" she protested. The clan cats looked surprised at Dawnstar's rash punishment. Blossomfall had only wanted the best for the kits, but had carelessly let Daisy die. But parting her unweaned kits from their mother was a terrible punishment, that hurt the kits as well. Longtuft the deputy, was thinking this as well, for he stepped closer to Dawnstar and whispered in her ear.

"Dawnstar, do you think that this is wise? Rabbitkit and Duskkit will starve without milk. Who will feed them? Daisy is not here to feed them, they will die." the dusky leader glared at her deputy.

"Leader's word is law. Or are you all going to betray me, just like this killer?" she snarled before she stomped back to her den. Longtuft and ThunderClan stared after in shock. Cricketpaw twitched her tail. The silence was unbearable.

"Longtuft, what do we do now?" she meowed boldly. The rowdy cream tom's amber gaze flickered to the she apprentice then nodded.

"Cricketpaw is right. We must act. I do not think the other clans are doing this, nor that it is someone in our own clans." ThunderClan nodded in agreement. They no longer suspected Antberry. He was proven innocent.

"We must never be alone. We are too vulnerable that way. Patrol sizes shall be increased and strolls out of camp will be limited. We must be in our camp at all times to defend and protect one another." Longtuft didn't break pace. "Those going to the dirtplace must take a cat with them, even if they must wait outside. We cannot be picked off one by one!" he yowled. ThunderClan yowled weakly in agreement before Longtuft sent out a hunting patrol and an evidence patrol to investigate Daisy's death spot. Cricketpaw saw Goldenheart and Antberry take Daisy's body to the middle of the clearing, while rubbing lavender and rosemary on her pelt to hide the dark, empty, rotting scent of a dead clan mate.

~oOo~

"Hello Cricketpaw." meowed Antberry glumly. The brown and black apprentice looked at the tom.

"Hi Antberry." she replied. They were both at the pool outside the medicine den. It was the day after Daisy had died. The clan was still in mourning, and Rabbitkit and Duskkit were still living in the nursery. Blossomfall had been so depressed about the situation, that Antberry and Goldenheart had secretly let Blossomfall give Rabbitkit and Duskkit a quick feed every now and then to keep their strengths up. The daily feedings had certainly improved Blossomfall's mood, as well as the kits.

The two cats were silent for a moment before Antberry meowed, "Have you ever heard the story of how the cricket got it's chirp?" Cricketpaw looked funny at him, then sighed. Might as well.

"No." she meowed curtly. Antberry's eyes shined.

"Then I will tell you." he beamed. Then the story began. "It was a dark and stormy night. The clans were in turmoil, all five clans, including SkyClan were fighting over the new strip of land in the old forest that seemed to border ThunderClan and ShadowClan. RiverClan had alliances with ThunderClan and WindClan with ShadowClan. The land was flushed with mice and frogs! Prey for ThunderClan and ShadowClan. It was a lake area, with a bunch of pretty bushes with bright edible berries and herbs. The trees were tall and green, shading anything in even the hottest weather. The sky seemed to be bluer in that area. It was a piece of StarClan send down from Silverpelt. Apparently, the clans thought it was worth fighting over. So every day, they wood fight in that meadow, blood would be shed from every cat of all ages. StarClan was baffled at how stupid the cats were for killing over a strip of good land. Their ranks grew, and the forest cats lessened to fight another day. Soon, the meadow was stained with strips of fur and flesh. The pond had run red with mixed blood of the clans. All the lush prey ran away, from all the yowling and trampling, and soon the pond meadow was a barren wasteland." Antberry paused to take a breath, then smiled faintly at Cricketpaw's captivated expression. He continued.

"But even if all the prey was gone, there was this one cricket that was as stubborn as the cats. He stayed in his rock every day, living through the yowling and the killing.

But one day, the killing was especially bad, more cats had joined StarClan than before. This cricket was old, he had lived through seasons of the battle. They had just came out of leaf bare, and the snow had just melted. It was sun down, and it was getting dark. The sky was still light with blue, but the cats were still fighting. Finally, the cricket snapped and had enough! He stomped out to the clans and demanded that they stopped fighting. Of course, none heard the small creature above the death cries. The cricket steamed and howled at the cats to shut up, but they didn't listen. Instead, cats fell from battle, some picked their selves up and began to fight again.

Finally, the cricket exploded and made a loud noise. The first ever evening chirp. Cats paused the fighting to stare at the small creature atop the rock, pondering over how such a small creature can make such a loud noise.

The cricket beamed and made the noise again. The cats slowly parted away from each other as the cricket continued it's chirp, which turned into a song of peace and age. By the time the fighting truly ended, the sky was stained red with the blood that was shed those moons, but alway, every evening, you can hear the cricket's descendants keep the peace, chirping and singing their song.

The meadow was no more use to the clans, for their fighting had scared all the mice and frogs away, and finally the cricket had peace and quiet. He died a few moons later, playing his last song on the last light of the day. No one ever forgot the cricket's song, and therefore it was passed from generation to generation, bringing peace and light to the clans, the first ever cricket chirp living on forever."

Cricketpaw stared wide eyed at Antberry as he finished the story. Then she perked her ears. Sure enough she heard the faint crickets chirping their peaceful song. Then she frowned.

"The crickets are chirping their song. But it's such bad times. 3 cats are dead, how can they still be singing?" she meowed half heartedly. Antberry smiled an elderly smile.

"That means that there is still hope for ThunderClans." his facial expression hardened. "StarClan sent us that prophecy for a reason. The prophecy must hold the answer to the murders. It's the prophecy of hope."

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