Someone is in Trouble

As he stalked throughout the forest, hunting for mice, Deathsong was grateful that the rain had slowed. It was still raining steadily, but luckily for MoonClan, a lot of it was blocked by the dense cover of trees. The dark red tom had moved subconsciously towards the SnowClan border, hoping that there would be a rabbit or squirrel nearby. A lot of the snow had melted, which was strange enough, but Deathsong couldn't shake the feeling that something else was very, very wrong.

Suddenly, it clicked. He understood. He hadn't felt this feeling since the battle with FireClan.

He ran back towards camp. He had to tell Patchstar.


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Deathsong is mine