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The Darkclan cats gathered nervously in the clearing. Leafwhisker and Squirrelheart were distributing traveling herbs as quickly as they could. Rainfire wanted to help, but Leafwhisker turned him down.
And there they were: Moonclan and Sunclan with all their warriors and apprentices. They gawked at the well-stocked preypile. This seemed to make them even angrier.
Most of them charged at the terrified Darkclan cats, but some stole prey, screeching "We're taking our prey back, you mangy furballs."
Rainfire scarfed down his traveling herbs as fast as he could. Fear-scent wafted through the air.
All the cats ran, pushing past the cats in Moonclan and Sunclan. They gave chase but Darkclan kept running, finally bursting out of the forest.
Rainfire looked back nervously, but he couldn't see Moonclan or Sunclan.
"Cats of Darkclan we are obviously not welcome in the forest. I think we should try to find a new home."
Rainfire could see that Shinestar was shaken. He looked around. It was lighter out here then in the forest. There was grass, and a Thunderpath, dark and menacing. The stench was faded from lack of use but was still horrible. If they were to cross it, they would be in a meadow. There was another forest in the distance.
"Shinestar, should we go to that forest?" Ripplegaze asked.
"What? The forest? Oh yes. Yes. That would be a good place for us. And let's just make sure were all here. Tanglefur, Leafwhisker… you're here."
The apprentices were huddled together. They reeked of fear scent.
"We're all here." Dapplepaw meowed speaking for the whole group. Her reddish fur was bristling along her back.
"Cloverleaf, Willlowface, do you have all your kits?" Shinestar asked.
The two queens sniffed around the kits. There were five.
"Yes Shinestar we do." Cloverleaf replied.
Rainfire felt a twinge of sympathy for the small kits. To be so young and have to leave their home… The poor little things must have been terrified. Cloverleaf's kits had barely got their eyes open. They were tiny. Hazelkit, one of Willowleaf's kits, was considerably older. She and Rockkit were sniffing at Barkkit. His eyes were half-closed and he looked rather sickly.
Rainfire shivered. Morning would be here soon. It was almost treebare and a cold wind ruffled his orange pelt.
The elders were both there. There was Squirrelheart. Rainfire looked around for Hawkpath. She always had something nice to say. There were Birchclaw and Swiftstep. No Hawkpath. A twinge of worry rippled through him. Come to think of it he hadn't seen Hawkpath since the battle. Anxiously, he looked through his clan mates.
"Hawkpath?" Rainfire called. No answer.
A hush had fallen on Darkclan.
"Hawkpath?" Rainfire yowled again. Her familiar face didn't pop out from the cats.
Shinestar asked, "Hawkpath are you there?" No answer.
The cats began to murmur to each other.
Rainfire felt numb. Was Hawkpath dead? He didn't think that she had come back from the battle. It was too late to go back in the forest to look for her; he'd get himself killed. There was nothing for it. Hawkpath was gone.