![]() ![]() Had their warrior ancestors abandoned them to the sickness that ravaged the camp? But the swath of stars where StarClan lived was hidden by clouds, and the medicine cat shivered with fear. He stared through the branches that formed the roof of the den, searching the dark sky for Silverpelt. The medicine cat raised beseeching eyes to the sky, praying to the spirits of his warrior ancestors that the owl’s call was not an ill omen. Owls brought death to the forest, stealing prey and even kits that had strayed too far from their mothers. There was still breath in the leader’s body, but it was foul and shallow, and the tom’s thin flanks heaved with every gasp.Ī screech ripped through the woods. Fearfully, the medicine cat leaned forward and sniffed. He knew of no herb that would ease the cramps and fever this sickness brought, and his patchy gray fur bristled with frustration as the leader convulsed again and then fell exhausted into the moss-lined nest. He had been a medicine cat for many long moons, and yet he could only watch helplessly as the leader of his Clan was overpowered by the sickness that had already claimed so many lives. The other cat raised himself to his paws and bowed his head. One of them writhed in pain, lashing his long tail. ![]() ![]() Two cats crouched in the shadows under one of the bushes at the edge. An agonized groan echoed across the moon-bleached floor of a forest clearing. ![]()
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