Prologue:
The pale gray she-cat walked by her kits. She kept her head low, as if she were mourning. The truth was, she was mourning. Mourning the almost-loss of her mate. The darker gray tom was lying on the ground, qiute still. She let out a wail. "Bumblestripe!" She cried. The poor cat had watched as a passing rogue had stuffed deathberries down his throat. He was slowly dying, fading into nothing, joining StarClan. She knew that there was only one thing that could save him.
