"It's terrible!" Mumblebee screeched, running into the clearing, and tripping over a rock.
He lifted his head up off the ground, and yowled,
"Rookthorn, Sparkeye, and all those other cats that Greentuft named to be the new leaders are all dead!"
Greentuft blinked at the ginger and white tom with shock.
Could it be true? Had someone actually killed off everyone that was supposed to be the new leaders?
"Who would do such a thing?" Bristledusk wailed, as she emerged from the nursery with her two kits, Puddlekit and Yewkit, following her.
He couldn't help but to feel bad for the queen and her kits, Podbranch had been her mate, their father, and Rookthorn had been her brother.
There's only one thing to do, to sort this out, he thought, jumping onto the leader's stump, ignoring all the hisses telling him to get off, and calling him a traitor.
"Listen up everyone," he yowled, "All the new leaders I mentioned yesterday are dead, and I just had more visions, telling me who to tell about the new eight leaders!"
"Really?" Rootstalk narrowed her eyes, "But Mumblebee just told you like, right now, that the others have died."
"Yes really, StarClan works in mysterious ways, they want us to be in separate clans now."
"Why should we listen to a traitor?" Yarrowtail demanded.
Greentuft rolled his eyes, and instead of answering the yellow-tailed tom, he started naming who the next eight leaders would be.
"Cedarpoppy."
"She can't be leader, she's a queen!"
"Omg Runningheart, you can't just say stuff that like!" Spotrunner gasped.
Several other cats yowled their agreements.
"The next leader will be Rootstalk!"
"Wow!" The brown tabby she-cat gasped, "Maybe StarClan is sending you messages after-all."
"Yep, and the next leader will be Mistybird!"
The pale grey tabby she-cat said nothing, just looked down at her paws.
"Can you just go through who they are without waiting for responses in between each other?" Dovetalon sighed, with irritation in his voice.
Greentuft glared at the white tom, if he thought that he was ever going to be leader, then he could forget it.
He'd never forgive him, for how he outed him and Hopewind to Tigerslip and Antstar.
"Yeah, don't fiddle fart around, we want to know who the rest of the leaders are going to be!" Scorchrunner exclaimed.
"Ugh fine, Skystripe, Bravewish, Flutteringwish, Woodflame, and Sleekthistle," Greentuft meowed, naming off the first names that popped into his head.
"Alright!" the spiky furred white she-cat exclaimed, as soon as her name left Greentuft's mouth.
"This is an outrage!" Dovetalon screeched, "I have more experience than anyone here! I should be leader!"
"Sorry, but StarClan wants what StarClan wants," Greentuft meowed.
"Oh yeah? Why should we believe that StarClan is sending messages to a traitor?" Moonfern demanded.
"Maybe it's because he used to be a medicine cat," Fennelhawk suggested.
"Yeah, key words, used to be," Sheepstep rolled her eyes.
Greentuft opened his mouth to say something, when a tree suddenly fell over, and onto Cedarpoppy, Rootstalk, Mistybird, Skystripe, Bravewish, Flutteringwish, Woodflame, and Sleekthistle!"
"No!" Mothsky wailed, racing over to the lifeless form of his mate, while their kits wailed.
"It's a sign!" Chestnutpaw gasped, "Greentuft needs to stop lying about StarClan, and choosing cats to be leader."
Sagestep nodded.
"We're not meant to split up into different clans."
"Yes we are!" Brambleburr thundered, "StarClan is just weeding out the weak members of the clan, that way, only the strongest survive."
"The weak?" Mothsky hissed, casting a glare at the large brown she-cat, "Cedarpoppy was anything but weak."
"Quiet everyone!" Greentuft yowled, "StarClan just told me that making the tree fall was an accident, and they told me eight more cats who will be leader!"
"Oh great, more cats are about to die," Snapkit groaned.
"But on the bright side, at least we'll get more food," his sister, Flamekit, purred.
Greentuft just ignored everyone, and started naming off names.
"Featherfang."
"What? You choose my brother, but not me?" Dovetalon groaned.
"Don't hate me because you ain't me," Featherfang snorted, jumping up onto the stump beside Greentuft.
"Ugh just ignore him Dovetalon, he's going to be sorry when he dies," Brambleburr muttered.
"Midgewhisper."
Like always, the pale brown she-cat said nothing, so Greentuft continued on.
"Acornbright."
The brown tabby tom puffed his chest out.
"The first thing that I'm going to do now that I'm leader, is not die."
"That shouldn't be a problem after you get nine lives," Beechbee meowed.
"Hold on, how can any of these leaders get nine lives, if we don't have a medicine cat?" Flipspring demanded.
Greentuft closed his eyes.
"StarClan just told me, that Dovetalon is to be the next medicine cat of BigClan, until he takes all the new leaders to get their new lives, and then he'll be the medicine cat of Midgewhisper's clan."
"What?" the white tom exclaimed, and a lot of other cats yowled their disagreements.
"I can't be a medicine cat! I have a mate and kits, and why would I be in Midgewhisper's clan instead of Featherfang's? He's my brother!"
"I can't help what StarClan wants," Greentuft sighed, "Anyway, the other leaders will be, Leafbreeze, Honeyclaw, Sparrowflame, Cricketcreek, and Stemdusk."
His heart pounded painfully against his chest, as he named off the last cat, he just hoped that this group wouldn't get killed like the last two had.