While the camp was very wet and rainy, the path to the moonstone was fair and shiny. Deepshadow, Braveheart, and Amberwing trailed a few foxtails behind Midnightrain and Willowwood, talking lightheartedly about the two. "They sure are inseparable," Braveheart giggled. "Yeah, its almost as if they're.." Deepshadow looked at everyone jestingly, and Amberwing tittered in reply, saying "Head over heels!" Braveheart smirked and said "Like you and Eagle-heart," Amberwing yelped and said "Oh, be quiet!" The siblings continued to joke and joust, feeling happy in eachother's company. Soon night came, wrapping the cats in air that was cold and crisp and fresh. Deepshadow didn't know why, but an odd sense of dread clawed at his insides. His ears were plastered flat to his head as if they were coated in honey. He didn't want to show the others his prickling uneasiness he felt. Starclan chose him to be the leader figure for these cats during this prophecy; he couldn't let Starclan and his family down. Still, he was worried about being hostile when he was on edge.. "I suppose we should stop here to rest," he mewed, nodding to each of his siblings and to Willowwood. Midnigtrain sat down and pouted, wanting to be the leader. "Who died and made you leader?!" Deepshadow's face became sullen, and he responded challengingly, his voice glassy sharp. "Starclan did. Or did you forget this isn't just a fun little stroll?" Midnightrain was obviously taken aback, as she murmured dejectedly, "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean anything by it..'' Feeling the tension, everyone excused themselves one by one to hunt. The last person to leave other than Midnightrain was Amberwing "I'm going out to hunt. I see an abandoned twoleg nest; it might have mice." With that, she stood and dashed off into a large twoleg nest. Midnightrain slowly stood up, gave Deepshadow a sad look, and padded away quietly and at a speed that made it look like her paws were heavy boulders she could just barely move. Regret waved over Deepshadow, but by the time he tried to say something, Midnightrain was gone, and worry clawed his pelt like an angry rogue.
