Foxheart, Mistystar, and the two other RiverClan cats emerged into the WindClan camp. The Clan obviusly already knew they were here, because Onestar was already out of his den and coming to them. His emotions told nothing but confusion and heartbreak. "What happen?" he asked.
"Me and Sunstrike were down by the Meadow when we realized the kits had run off," Foxwhisker began. "She jumped in the water when she saw the blood, and I after her. I don't know where the others are."
"They're here," Onestar said. Foxwhisker looked at him, hope and unbelievable happiness swelled in his heart. "They came back to camp saying they had lost you, Oakkit, and Sunstrike."
"Daddy!" five small squeaks yelled from behind Onestar. Foxwhisker's last five kits came running to their father, but stopped when they saw their mother's limp body.
"We should be leaving now," Mistystar said. She bowed her head to Onestar and left, her two warriors following her.
That night those who were closest to Sunstrike sat around her body all night, grieving for her. Oakkit had died soon after he got back home. Kestrelflight could do nothing to help him. So Foxwhisker had two to grieve for that night. By morning, he was too tired to even think. He stumbled into his nest and fell immediately asleep.
Foxwhisker woke up feeling in a daze. His vision was blury for a few moments. Until he finally regained his vision, he had no idea where he was. Not in his nest. Not even in WindClan camp. He was in the Dark Forest.
"I am getting really quite tired of waking in this place," Foxwhisker mumbled to himself.
"Try living here as long as I have," a deep voice said behind him. Foxwhisker wasn't surprised at the least. He simply turned around to face who he thought would be Tigerstar. It wasn't. It was Darkstripe.
"What do you want!" Foxwhisker demanded.
"I see you have changed, friend," Darkstripe said menacingly.
"You know I am not your friend," Foxwhisker said calmly. "I am your enemy, and you are mine."
"Maybe..." Darkstripe said. He began circling Foxwhisker. "But do you know who your real friends are? Who are your friends, Foxwhisker?"
Before Foxwhisker could answer he heard the bushes behind him shake. He looked back and saw his brother, Wolfheart.
Wolfheart looked the same as he always did; a very large gray tom with a white stripe going down his chest. His dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight as always.
"Why do you creatures like to give my brother a hard time?" Wolfheart asked Darkstripe calmly.
"Maybe it's fun harrassing the living," Darkstripe said to Wolfheart, glancing at Foxwhisker then back.
Wolfheart shook his head. "You know, I really don't like you," he told Darkstripe.
Darkstripe growled. "I think I know that you mouse-brain!" he yelled.
"I wasn't sure if you knew by now," Wolfheart said, holding back a grin and trying to keep a straight face. "You old Dark Forest cats have a tendency to forget things over time."
Darkstripe growled even louder. "I haven't forgotten, young warrior."
"Good," Wolfheart responded. "Don't forget that."
Just as Darkstripe was preparing to lunge at Wolfheart, Wolfheart began to vanish until he was completely gone.
"Mouse-dung!" Darkstripe cursed. He looked at Foxwhisker. Foxwhisker looked behind him both ways, seeing if someone was behind him- more like hoping. No one was behind him. "Well, I guess I can take my anger out on you." Darkstripe got down, getting ready to spring when Foxwhisker began to vanish as well. Foxwhisker smiled coldly and was gone in moments.
Foxwhisker woke up under Silverpelt, surrounded by the warmth of his Clanmates. It was still much too early, so he just turned over and fell back asleep- a sleep with dreams of Sunstrike and his kits.