Duskfall had just come back from a patrol, hoping to report to Spottedstar when he found her den empty. He went to her usual haunts, leading him to the elder's den where she often spoke with Specklefur, who was slowly becoming sicker and sicker. When he failed to find the either of them there, he'd thought the worst, but had kept his mouth shut, there was no need to scare everyone so soon without checking. Instead, he pressed his nose against the dirt, tracking the pair to the high ledge on the outskirts of camp.
It was reliving at first, they were safe. But it all went to hell when he noticed that Specklefur was no longer breathing, and Spottedstar, his dear leader, was seizing up like she'd been hit by lightning. He was no medicine cat, Duskfall had no clue what to do other than try hold her still. But it was too late, she froze, as still as ice. And then all warmth left her.
'This isn't her last life. She has plenty more, stop worrying!' He thought to himself, waiting for any signs of life in his leader. He sat by her, a watchful guardian against the elements without a peep. He wouldn't risk leaving the pair there, for foxes and badgers to feast on, no, he waited for Spottedstar to awaken. And when she finally did, he sighed in relief, though still tinged with grief and concern.
He'd respected Specklefur greatly, and knew how important the she-cat was to his leader. He only hoped that Specklefur was happy in StarClan.
"Spottedstar, can you hear me?"
