The day was stormy and the sky varied a dark, grey tone, covered in large clouds as far as the eye could see. Oliveheart and Blazestripe crept to Peltedstar's den quietly. Standing outside, they had a conversation in a hushed tone, trying not to attract Peltedstar's attention from the inside of the den. Oliveheart asked joylessly, "So.. So Peltedstar thinks that they're all traitors? Especially Deepshadow?" The rain was the only thing that interrupted the short silence. A flash of thunder danced across the sky, and the croak of frogs came from the stream nearby. It was as if even the land despaired in this new thought of the afflicted leader who was previously so dedicated to the four siblings. "Well, yes," Blazestripe replied after the nature's babble, which was also a silence in a way, had spoken as the two queens pondered. "She's in a lot of pain, you know. Her life isn't exactly easy as it is, but I think she went through so many unfortunate things. As we all did. What these things are I don't know, but I'm a medicine cat; Starclan is all-knowing, and I have the privilege to see a small amount of the things they see." The winds quieted for a moment, and a small sparkle of sunlight peeked through the dark clouds. The heavy rain and its steady beating of droplets flowing to the floor turned to a light sprinkle, sounding almost muted. The two she-cats sat silent, looking upward at the clearing sky. They wished that sadness was like the weather; when the rain comes, it just as soon leaves, to make way for a long break of new sun. "Let's go," Oliveheart nodded. But sadness may be like the weather. Fog crept back in on tiny cat paws, and the rain and wind resumed its weepy state, covering again the sun.
