The five Warrior Clans are going extinct. Gatherings and Moonpool visits are inacessable, with leaders falling left and right. The lake territories are being wiped out to the brink of extinction by new, large predators that have migrated into their...
"If you're Shadowclan, then how did you swim like a Riverclan cat?" She looked over at him suspiciously.
The broad-shouldered tom licked a paw and drew it across his ear. As he did, Crescentsky saw a jagged scar catch the moonlight. It was hidden beneath the thin layer of black fur close to one of his eyes.
"I don't live in the clans anymore. I've had to adapt to new types of terrain and use new hunting techniques." His yellow gaze was clear. "Including fishing and swimming in times of scarce prey."
"Then what are you doing out here?" Crescentsky scented the wind and looked around quickly. "There was just wolves on the other side of the stream. That's why we jumped in."
"We?" He looked confused.
"My sister and clanmate. They're somewhere around here."
I hope. Crescentsky tried to explain.
"We're Riverclan. We still live in our camp. I lost them when we jumped into the stream...
But last I heard Shadowclan's leader was gone and Darkflower, your deputy, had abandoned any hope she'd had left. So how did you get all the way out here?" she repeated.
"Oh. I was trying to visit Darkflower. But she's gone..." the tom blinked forlornly.
"She said she was going to look for you. I visited her in the Shadowclan camp just under a quarter moon ago." Her tail swished as she told him, but then Crescentsky paused.
"After she... when- IF..."
This is gonna be hard to explain. The Riverclan she-cat bit her tongue.
Darkflower was either dead alongside Plumetail, or out beyond the territories searching for her son.
"When I arrived at the Shadowclan camp there was no cat there," Nighthowl said. "Just old burial mounds outside the bramble barrier." His tail fell still as he elaborated. The tom looked disturbed.
