A few nights before the Gathering, a cat vanishes, no trace of them or their potential murderer found. Caution was advised, but no cat worried their tails off. But when three more murders followed after the first one only a couple days later, cats began to panic. No one could blame them; it was so unexpected. StarClan falls silent, leaving the Clans to marinate in their rising chaos. [Cover by me]

Everything has gone downhill immediately after Sootripple's exile. Shellpaw has to find proof about the cat he knows is another murderer without being murdered. Rosepaw, thought to be dead, is found by a group of rogues and nursed back to health. Hazelpaw hasn't opened her eyes to the deadly truth. She lives in peace, believing no more cats would die now that Sootripple was gone. What the three apprentices don't know is that they are on thin ice, ready to crack and fall.

With leaf-bare on the way, the Clans are certain this will be one of the worst ones yet. The biting cold only piles onto the five Clans hardships, dealing with murderers and constant deaths. WindClan is on the brink of destruction and ThunderClan is growing corrupted. Time is ticking until the Clans fall and hope is slim.

The Clans are progressively becoming a chaotic mess, and it's only a matter of time until the Clans buckle and fall, unless some cat can take hold of the reins and keep the Clans together, at least long enough for guidance from StarClan. Echoberry hopes and prays to her ancestors constantly, only wanting the best for every cat. Enough sorrow has already fallen upon ThunderClan. Swiftlake fears for the future of her Clan, knowing that if RiverClan has a shred of hope left, it fell on her and her alone. No matter how safe Roselight is, no matter how secure WindClan is, Roselight can't stop looking over her shoulder, fearing she'd see those cold, empty, yellow eyes once again.