Foxpaw and Wolfpaw carried on. It was the day of the Gathering, and Coyotepaw hadn't woken up yet. He was still in his 'unconscious state'. Foxpaw had gotten White Cough, and almost died. His fate was still uncertain. Hawktalon had not smiled since they found Coyotepaw. Onestar wished for Wolfpaw and Crowfeather to go to the Gathering that night, but they did not expect what was coming their way.

The WindClan cats left the camp to the Gathering early. Eventually, what seemed like a moon to Wolfpaw, they got to the Gathering. The only other Clan there was ThunderClan. As the WindClan cats poured into the clearing, there were uneasy glances and murmurs from the ThunderClan cats.

Wolfpaw just followed Crowfeather most of the time. But a beautiful white she-cat approached him.

"I'm very sorry about your brother," the she-cat said to him. And yet she had never met Coyotepaw, she seemed to mourn for the young WindClan apprentice who had been doomed to the mercy of the merciless snowstorm.

Wolfpaw just nodded his head, and looked toward the entrance of the Island as ShadowClan appeared. RiverClan followed just a few moments later. Mistystar and Blackstar took their rightful places next to Onestar and Bramblestar.

"The Gathering, has officially begun," Bramblestar announced.

ThunderClan didn't have much to announce, except a new batch of kits. After that, Wolfpaw didn't pay any attention. That is, until it was Onestar's turn to speak for WindClan. He was curious if Onestar was going to mention Coyotepaw.

"I do have some good news," Onestar began. "We found Coyotepaw." A few of the other Clan's cats seemed relieved, until Onestar continued. "We found him in a cave under the river near the ThunderClan border," he continued, casting suspicious glances at Bramblestar and the other ThunderClan cats below.

"You don't think ThunderClan did anything to him, do you?" Bramblestar asked Onestar, shocked of the WindClan leader's suspicion.

"We don't know who did it," Onestar replied calmly. "He had a large scar down his eye and a large gash from his stomach to his back. We found him over a half a moon ago, and he has been unconscious until then."

There were a few shocked gasps from the group of Clans. There were many outraged yells from the ThunderClan cats.

"How could WindClan accuse us of this!" Bramblestar yelled at Onestar, outraged.

"We are not accusing anyone!" Onestar argued. "We don't know who did this to him."

Wolfpaw looked up, only to find the full moon almost gone behind the clouds. StarClan was not happy with the Clans, and Wolfpaw was not the only to notice it. Before he knew it, the Clan leaders were jumping down from their perches, gathered their cats, and quickly left.

Wolfpaw was very confused by everything happening so fast. The rest of his life seemed that way. Before he new it, he and Foxpaw were Warriors. Wolfheart and Foxwhisker. They were relieved when they finally got their Warrior names, but their family still knew only heartbreak. Just a moon after the Gathering had taken place, Coyotepaw disappeared from the medicine cat den. No one could find him; no scent, no trails, no nothing. Not even in the bed he had slept in. It was as if he never existed. Until one day, Foxwhisker and Wolfheart had been out hunting together.

Wolfheart and Foxwhisker were out by the edge of WindClan territory hunting. It was almost leaf-fall, and the hunting was horrible that day. It was as if the prey smelled revenge, and fear in the air. And maybe even death.

Wolfheart looked over at his brother Foxwhisker, and he turned pale.

"Hey, you think this is gonna infected?" Foxwhisker asked his brother, looking at his paw that seemed to have a thorn in it. He turned to his brother and noticed the look on his face. Foxwhisker quickly followed Wolfheart's gaze to find a shadowy figure behind himself. Foxwhisker almost had a heart attack at the sight. "Coyotepaw..."