"What happened to him?" Poppypaw spoke, the young medicine cat was frozen in shock as she looked at her father's dead body. Flowerpelt was the same way, she couldn't move her paws, her heart was pounding.

"I was on the hunting patrol and I found him like this." Brightclaw set down Owlfoot's body, Moonfur ran to his side and threw herself on the ground beside Owlfoot, burying her nose in his brown fur.

"Who did this to him?" Rowanfall demanded.

"I think it was Falconclaw." Flowerpelt's blood turned to ice. It was Hawktalon who spoke, he was looking at Owlfoot's body. "He has the same wound that Flowerpelt has." The entire Clan turned to look at Flowerpelt who was standing in shock by the medicine cat den, she couldn't speak, it felt as if she was trying to swallow stones.

"That disgusting foxheart." Sunstream lashed her tail. "How could he kill his own Clanmates."

Because he was my mentor. The thought cut Flowerpelt even deeper. Because Owlfoot spoke out against him from the beginning. Flowerpelt's legs gave out and she sat down, staring at the ground in shock. Images flashed in her mind, Owlfoot's mossy gaze, warming and encouraging as he trained her. Her claws dug into the semi-frozen earth. She took the image of Owlfoot's happy, caring eyes and kept it in her head. What reason did he have to die? Huh, tell me that Feathernose! Why did Owlfoot have to die?

Honeywing returned to camp in shock of what had happened, she quickly took charge of the situation. She gave thyme to Moonfur and let Owlfoot's daughters gather and mourn their father. Sandfoot and Applespots already lost their mother, I know what they're feeling. Flowerpelt thought, remembering the pain she experienced with losing her parents. Honeywing also told Flowerpelt to return to the medicine cat den, giving her poppy seeds to help her sleep.

Flowerpelt argued, saying she didn't want to sleep but she did want to fade away for a little bit. After all the things that had happened between Thornpelt and now her mentor dying, Flowerpelt wanted everything to go away. She curled up in her nest, closing her eyes and longing for some kind of comfort to calm her aching heart.

"Honeywing?" Flowerpelt heard her sister's voice at the entrance of the medicine cat den but Flowerpelt didn't have the energy to open her eyes.

"Yes, Stormwind?"

"Can I please stay in here with Flowerpelt? I know she's upset about Owlfoot and she needs me." After a moment of silence, Flowerpelt felt another body up against hers. She could feel the warmth of her sister and Flowerpelt was suddenly grateful that she was her. She cuddle up against her sister and for once, felt a little bit of her pain slipping away.

In the two days since Owlfoot's death the Clan hadn't really relaxed, Foxstar had stepped up patrols all over the territory to keep an eye out for Falconclaw, both day and night. Flowerpelt was still confined to the medicine cat den and still in a lot of pain from the loss of her mentor as well as everything that was going on with Thornpelt, but that hadn't been on her mind as much since Owlfoot's death. Moonfur, Sandfoot, Applespots, Lakepaw and Poppypaw were all taking time to mourn and the Clan still held the thick fog over it, nothing felt right.

When Flowerpelt was asleep she was plagued by nightmares of Falconclaw attacking her or Stormwind. Every time that Stormwind left the camp Flowerpelt was terrified that she wouldn't return alive. What about when I can finally get back to my duties? Flowerpelt wondered. I don't know if I'll be able to walk the forest knowing Falconclaw is out there? Waiting to attack and kill me at any time.

Flowerpelt shook her head, trying to shove the thoughts away but they just wouldn't leave her mind. She knew a lot of SunClan felt the same way, they didn't want to spend the rest of their lives thoroughly patrolling the territory or never leaving alone because Falconclaw could kill without remorse.

One thing that Flowerpelt did need was fresh-air, she was allowed to leave the medicine cat den as long as she was careful and she couldn't stand it in the den any longer. The atmosphere in camp wasn't much better, but at least she wasn't being suffocated by the scent of herbs.

She sat near the drinking pool and took a long drink of water, it was icy cold and relaxing to her. Flowerpelt lifted her head when she was finished and looked around camp. Things were slow, she spotted Tallfern sharing tongues with Flintstripe outside the elder's den, Windpaw and Blazepaw were having a close conversation over some prey. Everything almost looked normal. If only it weren't for the sadness and fear weighing all of SunClan down. Flowerpelt thought bitterly.

Flowerpelt looked around for Thornpelt but he was nowhere to be found. Probably on patrol. She guessed and looked at her paws. I hope he's okay...I wouldn't put it past Falconclaw to murder his own family...even if he didn't tell the Clan the truth. After a while, Thornpelt returned and Flowerpelt breathed a sigh of relief. Something seemed off about him, as he moved through camp he avoided the gazes of every single cat and went straight for the warrior's den. He came back alone. Flowerpelt noticed. No cat is supposed to go out alone? In the back of Flowerpelt's mind she couldn't help but wonder if Thornpelt had been..visiting with Falconclaw.

No. Flowerpelt closed her eyes, shaking her head. Thornpelt may be scared of him, but he wouldn't do that. I know him better than that, I know he wouldn't. Yet, the thought wouldn't go away. It clung to her mind like a tick, sapping all of the energy she barely had. I have to trust Thornpelt.

The day went by and Flowerpelt stayed outside, when Stormwind returned from hunting she sat down beside her and they shared some prey. "How are you feeling?" Stormwind questioned.

"I've been better." Flowerpelt replied, staring at the squirrel that Stormwind had brought her. She didn't have much of an appetite. "Everything seems to be spinning out of control right now. I thought things were going great for once since our mother died, but then I lost it all again."

"I know what you mean," Stormwind said in return, sounding somewhat exhausted. "I don't know exactly what you're going through but I understand the feeling of losing control." Flowerpelt took this moment to really look at her sister. She had always known Stormwind as energetic, brave and bold but her blue eyes told a different story. They were more mature and wise, filled with a love that almost looked burned into them. They also held a touch of fear, fear of Falconclaw? Fear of losing more loved ones? Both fears that Flowerpelt could understand.

"Maybe living a comfortable, safe life as a warrior just isn't possible." Flowerpelt looked up, the sun was starting to set. She felt cold, leaf-bare would be here soon wouldn't it? How much more would SunClan lose?

"I think we just have to find a way live with the chaos." Stormwind spoke, pulling Flowerpelt's gaze back to her. "Even in the most chaotic of times, I feel like we can always find a little bit of peace. Maybe not all the time, but peace will always show. During this time, since our mother died I've found my peace in you and in Snakewhisker. You two are my source of peace, without you both I'd surely go mad."

Flowerpelt thought for a long time about her sister's words. Stormwind was Flowerpelt's source of peace, Thornpelt used to be that but that wasn't the case anymore. Flowerpelt closed her eyes, no matter what was happening, as long as she had her sister, Flowerpelt would be able to find her peace.

"Foxstar!" A scared cry from the back entrance of camp, Flowerpelt's eyes shot open and she stood up, facing the direction of the voice. It was Mallownose, her patrol was returning. Beside Mallownose was Slateclaw, both cats looked terrified now. What now? Who's dead this time? Flowerpelt a knot forming in her stomach.

"What is it?" Foxstar ran from his den to Mallownose.

"We found a body." Slateclaw replied, his voice sounding scared and unsure. Flowerpelt's claws scraped the ground. She looked around camp franticly, who was missing?

"Who is it"? Foxstar demanded, looking around the same way Flowerpelt was. "I can't lose another warrior..."

"It--" Mallownose shuffled her paws. "It's Falconclaw...we found his body. He's dead." Flowerpelt's jaw dropped, a weird feeling filled her entire body.

"Falconclaw's dead?" Foxstar sounded just as shocked as Flowerpelt felt. Around the camp, cats of SunClan were sharing the same confused and surprised expressions. None of them knew how to felt, Falconclaw was their former Clanmate but he had also killed Owlfoot.

"We found him near the edge of territory near the thunderpath." Mallownose explained. "I don't know who killed him. We smelled a strange scent, almost like a rogue or a loner. We're not quite sure what it was." Foxstar was clearly confounded, he didn't know what to do or say.

Flowerpelt watched Hawktalon approach Foxstar, his head was high. "Foxstar," The ginger tom looked at Hawktalon. "Falconclaw doesn't deserve to be buried in SunClan territory as we do with our fallen warriors, but I don't believe we should leave his body unburied. Will you let me bury him outside of SunClan territory?"

Foxstar took a deep breath and gave a small nod. "Sure, Hawktalon. Just be careful." Hawktalon dipped his head in respect and padded up to Slatelcaw who took Hawktalon to where Flowerpelt assumed Falconclaw's body was.

"Attention, SunClan!" The entire Clan turned their focus to Foxstar who was now speaking louder. "I know that Falconclaw's death is confusing, but he was a traitor to this Clan who took the life of one of our warriors and tried to kill another." Flowerpelt couldn't help but agree. He's not haunting this forest anymore, but that leaves one question: who killed him?

"Another thing," Foxstar continued. "Until we figure out who killed Falconclaw I want more patrols around the back of the territory. It a rogue somehow killed him we need to find it and deal with it."

Foxstar stopped speaking and left the Clan to mutter to themselves. "That doesn't seem right." Stormwind mewed, Flowerpelt looked at her. "Falconclaw doesn't seem like the cat who would terrorize the Clan then simply die to a rogue."

Flowerpelt nodded in agreement. "I don't know." She mumbled, feeling exhaustion weighing down on her shoulders. "I'm going to get some rest, Stormwind."

"Alright," Stormwind nuzzled her cheek. "Feel better." Unlikely. But Flowerpelt forced a kind expression and began slowly padding back to the medicine cat den. She spotted movement from across the camp and Flowerpelt turned her head, Thornpelt was sitting outside the warrior's den. He wasn't looking at anyone or anything, but his amber gaze was distant. He didn't seem shocked or bothered by his uncle's death.

A thought crossed Flowerpelt's mind, making her stop dead in her tracks. Did Thornpelt kill Falconclaw?