Chapter 2: The deserted camp
Meadowstar sighed as she curiously watched her deputy come into the camp. He was wounded, not too horribly but still, wounded. "Darkface, what happened? Where were you? I had to make the patrols for today because you weren't here." She sharply hissed. She was getting impatient with her deputy, she was starting to regretting promoting him to deputy rank after Liontail, her third deputy, was poisoned by twolegs and died. Darkface's piercing orange eyes stared into Meadowstar's green eyes. "Just did a border patrol by myself. Some rogue decided to hunt in our territory." He shortly replied before padding into the medicine cat den. Something was wrong. She could of sworn that the fur of Otterstar was in claws and her deputy looked soaking wet. Meadowstar didn't know of a Meadowclanner who would even dare to cool off in the lake. Meadowstar wondered if Darkface would be the death of her. It was only a few days before the new moon.
Otterstar dragged his apprentice's body into camp. There, he faced Foxheart and Halfsight. The camp was unusually silent. "Foxheart, Halfsight, where's everyone?" He commanded, looking around the camp. "Why don't you go look in the dens?" Snickered Halfsight, who recieved a blow and a sharp warning glare from Foxheart. Yep, something was definitely wrong. Otterstar padded into the Nursery, to a horrible scene. It seemed as if something attacked. Several dead kits, dead, laid on the ground. Otterstar recongized the body of Grayfoot's. It was still alive! "Grayfoot, Grayfoot, wake up." He urgently whispered. Grayfoot slowly opened her eyes, they flashed with fury. "Otterstar, Half and Fox, they brought Dark warriors to camp. Drug all, then killed. Kits safe in Forest, but few dead." Otterstar immediately realized that Grayfoot was dying. "NO! Grayfoot, you can't die, Cliffpaw's already dead by Meadowclan's deputy and your kits and one of Mossflower's are dead. You NEED to live." Otterstar snuggled next to the queen. She purred. "Otter, I'm sorry, but the wounds are too bad. Besides, Moonfeather, dead." Silently, Grayfoot left for StarClan. Otterstar growled with anger. He couldn't believe this was happening.
Otterstar angrily rushed out of the nursery and looked around for Foxheart and Halfsight. But they were gone from camp. Otterstar sighed and padded into the medicine cat den. Inside, he found Leafpaw, crying next to the body of Moonfeather. 'Well.' Otterstar thought. 'At least our medicine cat apprentice is still alive.' Otterstar sorrowfully wrapped his tail around Leafpaw. "Oh Otterstar! I thought you were dead too. Foxheart and Halfsight, those nasty villans, got me to think that Moonfeather wanted me to get some herbs. I came back and found her de-ad." Leafpaw meowed, tears running down her cheeks. "Raventail is gone, Don't know where he went. Not in camp. Frozenstream is dead. All but Halfsight's and Foxheart's apprentices are dead. The elders are dead. And two of the queens and the rest of the living ktis are gone. Probably somewhere safe, I hope." Otterstar sat there, stunned by the day. What was he going to do?
Jane looked out of the abandoned fox den on one of the islands on LakeClan's part of the lake. Jane had once been a kittypet and recently joined LakeClan. The queens, kits and Raventail (the deputy of LakeClan) had to retreat to one of the islands. Jane's eyes were full of tears. Hazelkit and Blackkit were dead, along with Riverkit, one of Mossflower, her best friend's kits. Greyfoot, the mother of Hazelkit and Blackkit had convinced them to leave her. Poor Greyfoot, she was probably already dead. 'Oh StarClan.' Jane thought. 'If you are really out there somewhere, why are you letting this happen to us?'