Here is the next chapter of Rainfall! Weeeee! Oh, and I decided to do this in a different POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: La-dee-dah, Warriors is not mine yet . . .

"Yellowkit."

I groaned.

"Yellowkit!"

Blearily I opened my eyes. My younger brother, Stripedkit, was standing over me, a worried gleam in his blue eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"My stomach hurts," I complained.

"That's not our fault," meowed Thrushkit, from where she sat licking her brown shoulder.

"I know that," I snapped, sitting up straight.

"Whoa, sorry," Thrushkit mewed, scrambling backwards. "I'm just saying that it's not our fault your stomach hurts."

"It just as well could be," I hissed. "When we were play-fighting yesterday, you kicked me in my stomach!"

Thrushkit opened her mouth to retort angrily, but Blackkit beat her to it. "Be quiet, Yellowkit," she told me.

"I don't have to," I snapped, trying to ignore the pain that shot through my belly.

"Yellowkit, shut up!" Stripedkit hissed, rushing in front of me. "What's wrong with you?"

"My stomach," I meowed, my voice strained. "It aches . . ."

I laid back down in my nest and groaned. "Some cat go get Songlight," I heard Stripedkit say. Then I blacked out.

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When I awakened again, the pain in my stomach was lessened, but it still hurt. And I could catch glimpses of words and smell a new, unfamiliar scent. New voices were heard. I made out a couple of pieces of sentences:

"ThunderClan . . . WindClan . . ."

"Want . . . to help RiverClan."

I struggled to sit up. Two Clans wanted to help RiverClan? I looked around. I was in the medicine cat's den. Four other cats lay in nests around me- Lightfang, Mousepelt, Treepaw, and Loudsong. They all carried the scent of sickly cats. Was I sick, too?

I tried to hear more of the conversation going on outside.

"Silver stuff in the river . . . poisoning the fish you catch . . ."

"That's why . . . sick cats."

I recognized the voice of Mossfur. "How are you going to help?" Her voice was loud and brave.

"We have to drink the silver stuff from the river, then get rid of its source." It was a tom's voice.

"You just said it was poisoned, Stormsky!" Mossfur sounded shocked.

"How else are we going to get rid of the poison?" A she-cat's voice.

"Me and Thrushfeather will get rid of the source," mewed a new she-cat.

"No, Yellowclaw!" Stormsky's voice meowed. "You and Thrushfeather will get sick, too!"

"You and Icestream have just the same risk," Yellowclaw shot back. "Help these cats!"

The sound of cats leaving camp entered my ears. Mothfeather padded in and saw me sitting up. "Lay down, Yellowkit."

"What's going on?" I asked, curling up as Mothfeather brought some black seeds over to me.

"ThunderClan and WindClan have arrived wanting to help our sick cats," Mothfeather mewed grimly, as he checked on the other sick cats and gave Treepaw, who was barely breathing, an odd smelling herb.

"And something's poisoning the river," I meowed.

Mothfeather turned to me. "Did you hear everything?"

"Most," I replied. "Who are Stormsky and Icestream?"

Mothfeather shook his head. "Tell you later," he answered, and he sped out of the den, calling for Songlight. Right then I knew something was wrong.

A new scent had begun to stink up the den. I curled up and put my tail over my nose, but nevertheless I knew it was the stench of death.

Treepaw was dead.

Treepaw's body was carried out by his parents, Willowstone and Barkwhisker. Their faces were saddened, and Treepaw's brother, Nettlepaw, looked at his paws sadly.

I saw the cats sitting in mourning, even the two other cats, Stormsky and Icestream. I was sad, too - Treepaw had been one of my best friends.

This sickness was destroying my Clan! Even I was beginning to feel a bit light-headed at times- I would get dazed and confused.

Sighing sadly, I lay back down in my nest and chewed the poppy seeds Songlight had left there.

I awoke blearily maybe the next day. I felt bone tired and my stomach practically throbbed with pain. My head pounded and I struggled to take a breath.

"Yellowkit?"

A dark gray tom was staring at me. His blue eyes were wide. "Um . . . juniper berries, I need juniper berries. . ."

I heard another voice - Stripedkit. "Stormsky, what's wrong with her?" he cried. "She's not breathing right!"

"Yellowkit, eat the juniper berries," the gray cat meowed, who was obviously Stormsky.

I tried to open my mouth wide enough, but I knew what was happening. My vision was fading. Everything was fading to white.

"It's okay, Stormsky," I managed. "I'm fine."

The last thing I heard was from Stripedkit. And it made my heart feel something- my last sensation.

"Yellowkit, no!"

And then I saw Treepaw, and my grandmother, Goldblaze, and many other cats.

"Welcome to StarClan, Yellowkit," Treepaw purred.

I know, sad, right? : ( Anyway, I'll update soon! Bye!