"Moonnight! Wake up! Something happened!" Dawnpelt hissed in my ear that morning.
"Wassup?" I asked. Then I noticed the urgency in her voice. I jumped out of my nest, completely alert. "What happened?" I asked.
"I don't know. I think someone died," she shuddered.
My thoughts immediately went to Redpaw, then Orangesun. But I saw them standing to my right, and knew that they were okay. "Who was it?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"I don't know. There's a big mob in the center of camp right now. I couldn't get to the body. I think every cat in all of ThunderClan is out there right now, crowded around the body," she mewed. I realized she didn't want to know who it was any more than I did.
We walked in to the camp, and I saw that she was right. It did seem like all of ThunderClan was out there. I started to push through the giant mob.
"Hey!" someone yelped. I lifted my paw to see Spiderstar's tail under my paw.
"Oops! Sorry," I told her. She looked at me, sadness etched in her face. And I was terrified. Who in the clan was she that close to? It wasn't Islandwater, was it? She was clan deputy, one of the most important parts of the clan.
It took a lot of pushing and shoving, but we finally got to the center of the camp. I examined the dead body there, taking in the white fur, the green eyes, the obvious scar on the white neck, the fur around it black with dried blood. It wasn't Islandwater.
It was Whitetongue.
