Silverpaw looked up in horror, Whitefoot was dead? She then realised the cat who announced this horrible news. It was Snowbird.
''Snowbird, calm down. Come, let's to the the medicine cats den and sort you out. Then show us where he is.'' Said Duskstar. Once he had led her to the den, he raced onto the Calling Willow. ''All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Calling Willow for a Clan meeting!'' All the in the clearing huddled under the willow.
''No-one, and I repeat, no-one, shall go out of camp untill Snowbird is better. The sun is already setting, so we will go recover Whitefoots body tomorrow.'' Duskstar leaped off the willow and raced into the medicine cats den. She and the other apprentices padded back to the den. This was the third death this moon. Eh couldn't stand it. So many cats see heart broken, this creature, whatever it is, must be stopped.
As the last fingers of the sunset faded away behind the Moors, a cold breeze started to creep through the night. She shivered, not just from the cold, but also the feeling, the feeling that something was watching her. Every leaf rustle, every snapping twig, every breath the others made, just kept her awake, until the claws of sleep grabbed her, and she slowly sank into a restless, dreamless sleep.
Sorry for the short chapter, I just had a case of writer's block, but don't worry, next chapter, things start to get more interesting! Also can you guys please submit some ocs? I need more characters to put in the other two clans.