"Now now, all of you stay silent, we're here.", Featherstar was telling the other cats. "The Tribe will not take kindly to visitors, so let me speak to them.", she continued. "BloodClan can take care of itself!", Leaftail snapped at her, yet her ribs showed right threw her black and white coat. Featherstar looked at her doubtfully but said nothing, only dipped her head to her kin in return.

      Standing up, the two leaders looked out at the pool of water that swirled Bellow them and the roaring of the waterfall drumming in her ears. It was so loud that she had to flatten her ears against her head to ignore it. Hesitating, she padded down towards the pool of water where she could meet with the tribe cats. The BloodClan leader and warriors following close behind.

        But as they approched the water, they found that there were no muddy figures moving towards them. Maybe they can't hear us threw the sound of the waterfall, she thought hopefully. So they all padded on towards the waterfall, although their paws were already sore of the walking they had done for nearly two moons now. Pushing threw the pain and weariness that dragged at them, they neared the waterfall.

     Soon enough they were up in the steep path that led up and behind the roaring water. She tried tasting the air for the scent of cat but caught nothing. It's probably just do to the mud and water, she figured as they neared the back of the waterfall. But even as they tumbled in behind it and looked into the dark cave ahead, the scent never came. Silently, she padded in, "Stoneteller!?", she cried out, but there came no response.

      Although her eyes adjusted to the dark gloom of the cave, she couldn't make out any other pelts. Tasting the air again, she finally caught the scent of the tribe cats, but it was stale, very stale. "They're not here!", she gasped.