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The valley's downward spiral began with the death of Oakfur. The Pineclan
deputy's body was found limp and still on a frigid leaf-fall morning, only a
few hours after he had been reported missing. Tufts of fur were missing fr-
om his scraggly pelt, and a deep gash across his throat left his fur matted
and soaked with fresh crimson blood. He had been murdered, it was clear
to see. The scent of the rogues responsible had still clung to the crisp mor-
ning air at the time, but after a full sweep of the territory, it was clear that
they were already gone. Pineclan was devastated. They all mourned for Oa-
kfur, Froststar most of all. He and his deputy had been close, and to have him
taken away so suddenly was too much to bear. But the Pineclan leader knew
that it was his duty to choose a new deputy before moon high, and so he pul-
led himself together, ducked into his den, and began to consider his options.
But hours passed, and as the sun went down, the moon came up. It was well
past moon high, and Froststar still hadn't resurfaced. Finally, it was decided
that someone must retrieve him, and so they did. But when they walked into
their leader's den, all they found was his corpse. There were no signs of stru-
ggle. Nothing was out of place, there wasn't a single scratch on his body... And
yet, there he was, dead. Chaos ensued. Suddenly, Pineclan was left with no le-
ader, no deputy, and no one to guide them as leaf-bare sets in, and a group of
dangerous rogues lurking nearby. And with Froststar's mysterious death left un-
answered, they don't know who it's safe to trust.
deputy's body was found limp and still on a frigid leaf-fall morning, only a
few hours after he had been reported missing. Tufts of fur were missing fr-
om his scraggly pelt, and a deep gash across his throat left his fur matted
and soaked with fresh crimson blood. He had been murdered, it was clear
to see. The scent of the rogues responsible had still clung to the crisp mor-
ning air at the time, but after a full sweep of the territory, it was clear that
they were already gone. Pineclan was devastated. They all mourned for Oa-
kfur, Froststar most of all. He and his deputy had been close, and to have him
taken away so suddenly was too much to bear. But the Pineclan leader knew
that it was his duty to choose a new deputy before moon high, and so he pul-
led himself together, ducked into his den, and began to consider his options.
But hours passed, and as the sun went down, the moon came up. It was well
past moon high, and Froststar still hadn't resurfaced. Finally, it was decided
that someone must retrieve him, and so they did. But when they walked into
their leader's den, all they found was his corpse. There were no signs of stru-
ggle. Nothing was out of place, there wasn't a single scratch on his body... And
yet, there he was, dead. Chaos ensued. Suddenly, Pineclan was left with no le-
ader, no deputy, and no one to guide them as leaf-bare sets in, and a group of
dangerous rogues lurking nearby. And with Froststar's mysterious death left un-
answered, they don't know who it's safe to trust.



