Moonclaw was going to get Foxpaw. She felt like what with tending stupid StoneClan warrior wounds, she had been neglecting her apprentice a little. "Hazelstalk, you can send out patrols!" she called.

It turned out that she didn't have the look for him-the rusty red cat was knawing on fish bones in the center of camp. She prodded him with her paw.

"Get up! Battle training."

The apprentice leapt to his paws and followed her to a secluded corner of the noisy island. She crouched at one end. "Claws sheathed, Foxpaw." she reprimanded her apprentice. He rolled his eyes and sheathed his claws.

"Feint to the left! Roll right! No, the other right." called Moonclaw. He tried to follow her instructions, feinting and rolling. She discovered his true intentions when he rolled into her leg, grabbed her paw, and jumped away, tripping her.

Moonclaw shook the sand out of her fur. She could hear pawsteps. 

Sunstreak's gold-and-white muzzle poked through the hedge. "Hi." he said. 

Moonclaw's heart did a weird fluttery thing that Moonclaw HAD NOT AUTHORIZED. 

Sunstreak scrambled through the hedge. "Wanna come hunting with me?" he asked. Moonclaw's heart did that fluttery thing again.

"Uh. For sure, but right now I'm training Foxpaw. Sorry. Um...but yes later?" Moonclaw said. She hated that it sounded like a question.

Sunstreak nodded and shoved back through the bushes.

They were still battle training when a horrified yowl rang through the camp. Moonclaw pushed through the bushes to see what had happened. And the scene she saw was this.

Barely any cats in camp.

Dolphinstar and Currentstripe were lying in the middle of camp.

And they had definitely been murdered.