It was four full seasons ever since that crushing leaf bare. Messyfoot was actually a bit correct. Half of ThunderClan's population… wiped out… just like that.
That wasn't the only thing. Goldstar, you see, was a very determined cat. Everyday, she would conference with the remaining queens and warriors. Everyday, she would go out into the forest, in the hopes of finding more additions to the Clan. She managed to bring back a lone kit, but that was all. The Clan was falling under dark times. During these few moons, her nine lives began to fall, one by one. These reasons are for attacks, accidents, and stress.
Let me explain. As Goldstar did all of this, every single day ever since that dreadful leaf-bare, everything seemed to begin to crumble. Her worries about a ShadowClan attack, an ambush and all that could concern the Clan, kept ringing in her ears. Everyday she worked, until the stress began to pile up. She died alone, next to Sunningrocks, on another voyage to find more members. It was very, very devastating.
Shortly after her death, ShadowClan attacked, reasons for this still lie unknown. Messyfoot lost too much blood, and her apprentice, Windpaw took her place. Her death still hurts him on the inside, but he had to push it beside him. He had to do all he could to protect the Clan.
Now as Windfur, he is a trusted medicine cat. Although his training sessions were cut off, he learned enough to carry the Clan through this difficult time. With his help, the Clan managed to replenish three-quarters of the original amount.
Now the Clan seemed to be stable and peaceful. But this didn't last too long. Not long at all.