Brokenstar fled into the night, the sounds of pawsteps speeding him up. He turned sharply and stopped, panting. Ever since the Dark forest lost, the inhabitants had been able to feel hunger and thirst. Brokenstar pulled himself up the nearest tree, and watched as his pursuers sped past him. Brokenstar thought bitterly: Running, that's all we seem to do these days- all we can do. Well, at least without Dovewing, the clans have no hope of finding or catching us. Hunger clawed at his chest causing him to wince. The Dark forest didn't have access to either food or water, and after Starclan broke the treaty, the Dark forest was pretty much doomed. And they blamed it on us. Starclan was a lot of things, but liars were not one of them.
Hawkfrost snarled at Tigerheart, not in the mood to fight. The stupid clan cats seemed to think that the Dark forest was choosing to starve them, never considering the fact they couldn't even feed themselves. Apparently, Dovewing was hurt, and Tigerheart had asked for herbs. You'd think that the whole "nothing grows or lives here" thing that Starclan says would be remembered by their blind followers.
"Tigerheart, we don't have time for this! I told you, we have none!"
"Liar! Help her, or I will kill you!"
"I'd like to see you try." Hawkfrost sighed. He didn't have time for this. "Look, Brokenstar's organizing a raid on Starclan, so we'll what we can do. We wouldn't want our spy to die."
"Raid Starclan?"
Hawkfrost sighed again. Starclan had also told the clans that the Dark forest had broken the treaty, which they had not; Starclan had. After the last battle, the Dark forest was ruined with many dead, and after going on clan territory, they could feel hunger and thirst. They couldn't afford another fight, but Starclan didn't care and tried to destroy them once and for all. At least the Dark forest had taken prisoners. Brokenstar wanted to trade the prisoners for food. But if Starclan refused, well then no Dark forest cat had any qualms about killing them.
Brokenstar tried to keep his eyes open; he had to keep moving. He couldn't go onlike this; he was going to drop dead from exhaustion. Instead of sleeping, he had to run through the forest to warn his warriors that the rats were coming. He also had to organize attacks, fight back, try not to die, create tunnels, run from Starclan, and curse Tigerstar for disappearing. When the Dark forest had needed him most, he was gone. Losing had affected him more than Brokenstar, for Tigerstar had been planning his revenge for much longer. After all, attacking the clans had been his idea. Hawkfrost was helpful, but he was in charge of the prisoners. Brokenstar had to do everything else. By Starclan's night the rats came, and by Starclan's day, they themselves came. It was a constant battle to stay alive, and Brokenstar was sick of it. Part of him wondered if there was any point in it, there was no way anyone could survive here.
"The rats are coming!" He watched his warriors flee towards the nearest tunnel. Brokenstar himself just ran up a tree.
Think this through. Starclan attacks at day, the rats by night. So at dawn we have 15 minutes to get what we need and leave. Yes, that would work. And with Dovewing this plan would be even easier. This is all Raggedstar's fault. If I see him, I'm going to kill him. Brokenstar listened for the familiar sound of pawsteps that always followed him. Tigerstar didn't help, but he was there watching.
"This is your mess! You got us into this! Come out and fight coward!" Brokenstar knew he wouldn't get a response.
Birchfall struggled to find his mate in the huge throng of cats. It pained him to think of Ivypool all alone, but she was better off there than here. He was about to keep going when Hawkfrost blocked his way.
"Where do you think your going? You're coming with me."
"No! I need to find my mate and-"
"No, Dovewing won't cooperate unless we hurt you."
Birchfall tried to struggle, but it was no use. Hawkfrost was to strong.
Daisy stood watching Brokenstar uneasily.
"She is of no use to me."
"Wait! I don't care what you do to me, but please don't harm my kits!"
"You will never see your kits again." The last sight Daisy would see was Brokenstar leering down at her, her own blood staining the ground at his paws red.