After the attack from Shadowclan, Creamdust lost her sense of time. She would either sit in her spot staring at the stars, or sit in the nursery and go to sleep, hoping Badgerclaw would visit her in her dreams. But sadly, he didn't so she had to suffer alone.
Every now and then Creamdust would reflect on what's happened to her life and wonder what she could have done to prevent all this misery. She looked back on her sister's death, and how Sharpfang showed no mercy to killing her. She wished that she was quicker in stopping him.
She looked back on Badgerclaw's death, and how Sharpfang didn't even show his face to her before killing him. She wanted to get even with him. But all she had was killing his mate. While he killed her mate and sister, and who knows where he'll stop.
Then, she looked to Breezehowl. He was kind and gentle, and loved her, and would take care of her kits. But she didn't love him. She loved Badgerclaw and no other tom but him. But of course Sharpfang didn't just kill Badgerclaw. He was the father of Breezehowl. And Creamdust couldn't get that out of her mind that she asked the son of a killer to watch over her kits.
Creamdust sighed. Why had Starclan given her this mess of a life? She thought back to the warning Barktail had given her. It was clear the danger was Sharpfang, but what was the unnecessary death? Both Badgerclaw dying and Lionfire dying were unnecessary surely? That means that there will be just one. Has it happened yet? Or will the deaths of those she loves continue, until that death occurs.
Creamdust needed to clear her head. So she, for the first time in about a moon or so, she couldn't remember, got up and padded over to Shiverwing. Shiverwing was surprised to see her. "What are you doing outside of your two spots? Finally decided to help your clan?" Her voice seemed annoyed, but calm.
Creamdust spoke lazily. "I need to clear my head. Are there any hunting patrols I could join?"
"Not now, but you could lead one. Take Nightclaw, Sweetpelt, Doveflight, and Duskfur." Shiverwing said nodding off towards the cats.
Creamdust padded off and gathered the cats, then set out. "Um Creamdust, where will we be hunting?" Duskfur looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Uh… the old twoleg nest." Creamdust answered.
They went to the nest and split up looking for mice and other prey near the nest. Creamdust lost track of time, but after she caught her 12th piece of prey she rounded up the other cats and padded back to camp.
At the end of it all, Creamdust went back to the nursery and lay there for the rest of the day.