Cinderpaw dragged a fat rabbit back towards the Stealthclan camp. It was the beginning of newleaf and prey seemed to teleport into the territory. The fresh-kill pile was bigger than she ever remembered.
She entered the camp and tossed the rabbit into the pile. Foxfur had two squirrels and a mouse dangling from her jaws. She added them to the pile as well.
It had been nearly half a moon now and things were looking better everywhere. The plants were growing back faster than she had thought they would.
"Hey, Foxfu-" Cinderpaw's meow was cut off by a thundering crackling noise that came from the ground.
Cats everywhere began panicking.
"What's happening?!" Redpaw yowled in her ear.
"I don't know!" She yowled back.
She quickly switched her telepathy back on, sensing all her brothers connected to it as well.
We need to get out of the camp! Jaypaw yowled.
What about Butterpaw? Redpaw asked.
I'll help him. Jaypaw responded.
Cinderpaw glanced Jaypaw and Butterpaw struggle out of the apprentices den.
"Go!" Jaypaw shouted at her and Redpaw.
"He's right, we need to get out of here." Redpaw told her.
Cinderpaw nodded and they began racing towards the clearing, stumbling on the shaking ground. Cats were everywhere, making it hard to move around. Impossibly, the crackling grew louder. There were several wails of fear.
She snapped her head to the right to see a huge crack in the camp floor. What was happening? She snapped her head to the left just as more horrible crackling came. A crack formed under a ginger she-cat. The cat fell into the crack, into the blackness forever.
No! Hera!