Foxcatcher POV

I walked back the same way I came. It was just past midnight, as I was trekking through the usual and unknown forest. I had failed when their medicine cat refused to treat me. It was a shame. Now I would have to do the same thing I did to Rowanstar again. I thought of what I could do to still proceed my ultimate plan.

If I couldn't go to WindClan, then someone else would. Someone trusted. And no one was worth trusting. But, if you give them something... Something they value, then, maybe. What did ShadowClan warriors value? Loyalty? Acceptation from their Clan? Victory? All of them. Victory, is what I would focus on. Hopefully Rowanstar had ShadowClan retreated when he didn't see me. I hope so- even though it wasn't originally part of my plan to loose the battle, that's what I want- what I need- right now.

"Please," I say, taking generally to the Dark Forest, "Have them lost that battle."

Scorchshade POV

I tiredly walked to the fresh-kill pile. I had been up all night, not being able to fall into a comfortable sleep with the thoughts and sights of the battle in my head. My stomach felt deprived of food, like I hadn't eaten in a moon. I took two averagely-sized mice and padded back to the warriors den.

"Scorchshade!" I turned my head to see Ferretclaw and his apprentice, Troutpaw, standing about a fox-length away from me. "Isn't that like your third meal today? And it's only sunhigh." Ferretclaw asked. I froze and dropped the mice. It was true... But I was starved!

"Yes..." I admit, Troutpaw looks down and starts padding the grass. "You should see Mintleaf." He says. I nod. I would be a good idea. What if something was wrong? My heart started to pound.

"Come on a patrol with us, first." I shook my head. I was tried, I mean, it was hard to get from my den, get some fresh-kill and back without practically panting. Ferretclaw huffed and stalked away, muttering to himself, while Troutpaw gave me a crooked smile and trailed behind his mentor.

I put my one mouse back in the pile and took the other with me to Mintleaf's den. As I padded across the clearing, the sun began to beat down on my darkly-colored fur. I felt like I was burning up in the sun. The shade of Mintleaf's den called for me, by I felt like I was millions of fox-lengths away. My vision began to get blurry... I was...

I blinked, I was standing by my den. I had imagined it? I really don't know... I began to speedily walk towards the small cave.

Lucky, it wasn't hard to get there and when I did get there, I say Mintleaf's pokey fur crouching over next to another smaller cat. They seemed talking. "M-Mintleaf?" She looked up and excused herself from who I then realized was. Oakfur, he was coughing weakly. He was an old one, and would pass away soon, very soon.

Mintleaf's greenish eyes looked at me, "Yes, dear?" She came to me, "I have been feeling.. Odd the past few days. I've been very, very hungry. Constantly, and it seems as if I cannot get enough sleep."

She nodded, as I lay down. My legs felt wobbly.