The Final Day.

Redfeather shot up from his lazy position, head whipping around frantically. "W-where am I?" he sounded scared, and it sickened him. "Am I...?" No, he couldn't be dead. That was impossible. Impossible, right? "Whywhywhywhywhy." he cried, slipping to the ground, shaking. "What about Morningfur? And...and Reedheart?" He wasn't exactly best friend for life with the tome, but they were still clanmates. "Why me? What did I do wrong?" He shook his head, standing up, chin still lowered. "It is the will of Starclan, I suppose." the dead(Redfeather still couldn't believe it) tom began to walk around uncertianly.