Whitebelly woke early and yawned. She looked at the kits at her side and smiled. She stood and walked out of the nursery and looked around. She noticed a large pile of brown fur in the center of camp. She didn't know what it was until she remembered.

Birchpelt wasn't by her side when she awoke.

"BIRCHPELT!" She yelled and ran to the unmoving cat. He had his stomach raked open and his eyes were clawed out. "Please no.." She cried into her mate's fur. Soon other cats joined her in mourning. Fawnstar sat on the other side of the clearing, unable to believe what happened. "Fawnstar." Brambleholly approached the leader. "What is it?" She asked. "It's Icestep.. she's gone." Fawnstar's eyes widened, "She left?" Brambleholly nodded,"It's seems that way." Fawnstar's ears pinned back, "A-alright.." She hopped onto highrock and sighed. "We must find this killer before he kills us!" She declared. "Any accusations?"