Chapter 6: Horrible News

Chapter 6:  Horrible News.

     Sharpfang was proud of his catches.  He had two fish, a squirrel, and two mice.  This will make a great meal for Grayfur, Ashfeather, and Snowfur,  he thought.  Snowfur would need lots of energy.  Her kits were due soon.  Sharpfang stepped into camp.  He expected to hear shouts of amazement, like, Wow, Sharpfang!  Great catch!  But no, instead he heard... cries of agony.  Sharpfang opened his eyes.  They widened.  Cats were gathered in the clearing, whispering.  Sharpfang carefully walked into the clearing.  He placed his catch down.  Bluefur, Darkfeather, and Nightpelt were crouched together, whispering. Sharpfang couldn't help remembering when Snowfur used to be in their little group.  She and Darkfeather were best buds.  Sharpfang approached them.  "What's going on?" he asked.  They just eyes him and continued to whisper.  Rude.  Sharpfang scanned his surroundings, then spotted a few of the apprentices talking: Ravenpaw and Fernpaw.  He walked over to them.  "What's going on?"  he asked.  Ravenpaw was the first to speak.  "Graypaw burst into camp... or whatever her new name is,"  She said.  "She was frantic.  She said Flamestar was hurt in the clearing by the river!"  Fernpaw added.  Sharpfang's eyes widened.  "Thanks," he said.  that was all the information he needed.  His best bud was hurt, the only thing that mattered to Sharpfang now was making sure he was alright.
     Sharpfang padded into the medicine cat den.  Graywhatever and Ashfeather were crouched in front of a body.  Flamestar.  All the blood was replaced with goldenrod and cobwebs, but spots of it were by the entrance.  Ashfeather turned.  "Get out- oh, it's you Sharpfang.  Come in."  She said.  Sharpfang slowly made his was inside the den.  It was a very cozy den, and Sharpfang would've enjoyed it at any other time.  He looked at the body of his friend.  Flamestar looked alright with the herbs on, but his breathing was heavy and his eyes were frantic.  "Sharpfang," he said.  "I'm here, buddy,"  Sharpfang said.  Gently, Sharpfang licked the leader's forehead.  He sometimes did that to calm Snowfur down, maybe it would work on Flamestar?  Flamestar's eyes looked a tiny bit less frantic.  "Oh Flamestar..." Sharpfang began.  It was hard to see Flamestar like this.  They'd grown up together their whole life; they were the strongest.  It was hard to see his the bold, strong Flamestar lying on the soft moss in the medicine cat den, barely awake.  "Where's Robinsong?" Flamestar asked suddenly.  His eyes scanned the room.  When he saw nothing, Flamestar jumped to his paws.  As a result, Flamestar fell down with a sickening thud.  He screamed in agony.  "Thyme, Grayfur," Ashfeather said.  Grayfur.  Plain.  Grayfur gave the thyme to Flamestar, who ate it.  "Robinsong's not here, Flamestar," Robinsong said in her calming voice.  "It... it can't be..." Flamestar said.  "If she's not here... no..."  Sharpfang stared at Flamestar. Then Flamestar opened his mouth. "Robinsong's dead."
                                                   End of Chapter 5