And there she was, Pebblestar. The she-cat had led CliffClan for about a year or so.
"I might suf-" she got cut-off.

Nightwhisper stood at the entrance.

"Pebblestar?" she meowed.

"Yes, Nightwhisper. Come in," she said.

Nightwhisper got in. "I am afraid Flowerpaw is extremely sick, and i don't know what to do," she meowed truthfully.

"Brightsong wouldn't be pleased. What would her mentor do? Did you try something unique?" the she asked.

She shook her head. "I didn't try something unique, i guess i can try mixing chickweed and feverfew," she suggested. The she-cat sat down.

Pebblestar looked at her, her fur color shining clearer. "Can i go see her? I'm her kin, you know," she meowed.

"Oh, yes of course, Pebblestar. Follow me," Nightwhisper said, standing up as she walked off NEXT to the medicine den.

Pebblestar scattered confused. "Why is she here?"

Nightwhisper sat down. "I put here in this spare "chamber" because Reedfoot suggested it might bring on, and we don't want anymore warriors to be sick," she said.

"The disease might bring on? I want you to mix the pulp now. I can't have my neice die like this!"

"Pebblestar-.. You know we aren't sure if she'd die. And since it was suggested, i shall make the pulp now. I'm sorry," she snapped back bitter.

Pebblestar walked off, the heaving wind making the grasslands cold, the ground stirring up dust as she walked on. The she-cat suited herself on Steep Hill, staring at her Clanmates.

"All cats old enough to catch birds on the grasslands, gather beneath Steep Hill!" The she-cat meowed, cats suiting themselves around the hill. Pebblestar waited for a second, as Twigflame and Darkheart, a senior warrior stood up next to her. The she-cat nodded to them, watching them and the cats. "Flowerpaw is extremely sick, but therefor, we need warriors to survive. And no, this isn't a ceremony. Tommorow at Moonrise, we shall sneak into BeeClan's camp and steal an apprentice. It may seem risky, but we need to find a good cat willing to work. I'm taking my stealthy warriors Redpelt and Darkheart. I would have taken Foxwing, but she is a queen now. Clan meeting dissmissed!" She meowed, hearing all the cats gossip. At last, she heard a conversation between Graytail and Brightclaw.

"BeeClan needs cats too, right?" Graytail meowed.

"Yes Graytail, but Flowerpaw is extremely sick, and otherwise our mentoring shall fall."

"But how will it? This conversation is stupid. I don't get her point, we have enough warriors! They have less!" Graytail growled

"Ask Pebbles-"

Nightwhisper looked at Pebblestar.

"Pebblestar... Flowerpaw is dead.. She hunts with StarClan now. It appears she had some kind of weird cough, maybe blackcough? I thought it was fever or flu, but no. I'm so sorry..." The she-cat dipped her head.

Pebblestar dropped her shoulders. "Tell Brightsong, she's the mother. If Twigflame is still in camp, tell him, too. He's her father, you know," she meowed.

Nightwhisper nodded. "I'll talk to you at moonhigh. Don't worry, Pebblestar."

The moon rose up, lighting the dark night sky. Cats were ready to sleep, Twigflame and Darkheart are ready for tommorow, as Brightsong is out camp mourning over her lost daughter. Shade covered camp, warriors were snoring. A warm breeze shifted by.

"Nightwhisper, ah," Pebblestar said, dropping herself to a sitting pose as she shuffled her paws. "How are you?" She asked, huffing with a sigh.

"I'm great, thank you. By the way, how many lives do you have left?" Nightwhisper meowed

"Three."

Nightwhisper nodded. "That's a fine number."

Pebblestar nodded. "I take refuse to steal a apprentice.. Eh," she shrugged, and stood up.

"Refusing? Why not? Yet, i knew it was a dumb idea," she muttered.

The gray she-cat sighed. "For once you agree with me," Pebblestar joked.

Nightwhisper narrowed her eyes and walked off.

"Oh great," Pebblestar rolled her eyes. She muttered something under her breath. The last danger noticed was a silky badger, yet still unremained if it's still on CliffClan's territory. She sighed, calling over to her deputy, Twigflame. "Twigflame, i'm going for a walk. You're in charge." She meowed, padding off.

STRIKE! That hurt.. Pebblestar avoided. "How dare you enter our territory and refuse to leave!?" A cat growled, Copperstrike.. "I refused, i was seeking for a rest and prey here!" She spat back. "Nonsense, you tried to steal prey!" The last word she heard was prey, before collapsing into a enternal darkness. She opened her eyes, everything was cloudy and bright around here. "Pebblestar, you lost a life." The cat meowed, and faded as Pebblestar woke up with no-one in her sight. She killed me.. 2 lives left

^ Overly dramatic but it needed to fit for a new book i'm writing.