Honeypaw trembled as they padded back to camp, Cloverpaw's limp body rested on Scorcheye and Mumblewing's shoulders. As they reached the camp entrance, Honeypaw heard a gasp come from the side of the clearing, and she turned her head to see Reedclaw rushing over. "My kit, oh no. My kit!" Her eyes were struck with grief, and she looked as if her paws could no longer carry her weight. "What happened? Who did this? I'll shred their tail off!" Honeypaw padded forward with the snake grasped in her jaw, dropping and looking up at her mother. "I-it was the snake. It bit her, and I was too late. . . I'm s-sorry I failed you and Cloverpaw." Honeypaw choked on her own words, breath caught in her throat. She stared at her paws, ashamed. "This isn't your fault, Honeypaw." Another voice spoke, pawsteps sounded towards them. "Even if you killed the snake a heartbeat after Cloverpaw got bit, she still would've died from the poison." Duskstar looked down at her, his eyes were reassuring, but were also clouded with the same grief. Scorcheye and Mumblewing lay Cloverpaw in the middle of the clearing, more cats walking towards her limp body and touching their noses to her cold pelt. Honeypaw sat next to Foxpaw, burying her muzzle into her sister's freezing fur. "I'm sorry she died." She slightly jumped as Foxpaw spoke. "But now, she can't be harmed. She's in Starclan. Cloverpaw may not be able to be your deputy now, but she could still visit you in your dreams." He looked at her, his green eyes seemed to meet with her's, and she warmed up under her pelt. They both pressed their noses against her pelt again, and Honeypaw tried to ignore the feeling in her belly. Is it him, or am I sick?

She watched as Rockheart and Softwing carried Cloverpaw's dead body for burial, her limp tail swaying behind them. As the two warriors carried her sister away, Honeypaw padded to the fresh-kill pile, picking out a scrawny robin and lying down to eat it. Her belly started to churn, remembering the dream she once had. "Loved ones will be lost, and hearts will sink." The words rang in her head. So it was a Prophecy! Honeypaw seemed to understand the whole thing, the dream. Had she been cursed?