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Mistlheart ran the information she had just learned through her head over and over. Quickstep was dead. Silver was close to joining him. And to add to her stress, Sunnysnow and Paintfur had greencough.
The three medicine cats were as busy as ever. The medicine den, being watched by Badgerfleck, held Sunnysnow, Paintfur, Silver, Dawnspots, and Lionfur. Dawnspots insisted that she was fine, but Badgerfleck was firm.
Pebblepaw and Whiskerpelt had stocked up on tansy, catmint, goldenrod, cobwebs, moss, horsetail, and many other herbs. It had been two days since the fox attack.. Leaf-fall winds were beginning to pick up, and dried leaves scattered the grassy camp.
Ravenfoot, Turtlepelt, and Mistleheart were handling things the best they could. The nursery was finished. Inside, Tabbyheart, Paintfur, and Darkrain, the queens, were taking care of the kits between them. Hopekit was getting bigger and stronger every day. His nut-brown pelt was glossy. Quartzkit, Poppykit, and Robinkit were the best of pals now. Jaykit and Flurrykit had developed a close bond.
The elder, Tanglefoot, was comfortable in a fresh made fern den.
Mistleheart just lay there. She waited until the creamy pink sun broke the horizon, sending warm beams of golden light cascading down the grassy-hillside. When it touched the pale-barked autumn trees, their leaves a dazzling mix of chestnut, scarlet, tangerine, and the occasional cherry-pink, Mistleheart rose to her paws.
"I'm going out," she announced bluntly. No cat contradicted her. "I'm just hunting!" she called behind her. Sure, she was hunting. But what she really wanted was some time to think, and some time to look for the Starstone. Whatever that was.
She bounded towards the lake. When she reached the rocky shore, she picked out the perfect place. A narrow strip of stones about an inch above the water and two tail lenghts wide ran to the middle of the lake. There, a small island was formed. Mistleheart settled down on the pebble-covered beach, looking out at the sunrise across an indigo lake.
The island was about the size of their camp. A few larger rocks jutted out here and there. At the edge of the landbank there were two large gray boulders leaning against each other. A crevice lay inbetween, big enough to fit three full-grown warriors. She padded up to peek inside. Mistleheart stuck her head in, but there was nothing but some shifted pebbles. She sighed and ran back to the woods to catch some prey.
As she dashed away from the rocky shore she thought she heard a voice. "Come back!" it seemed to yell. Mistleheart paused and turned around. There was no one behind her. She shrugged it off, deeming it as the wind, and soon was in pursuit of a red squirrel.