Moonlight trudged on in grief, recently his brother had died,his sister Dapple died and his mother and father and both his grandparents had died. The Tom thought of his beautiful mate Salmonstripe a Riverclan she cat, and his son and daughters, Willowpaw and Slushfang, and Ripplepaw his beloved son, all their faces flashed in the painfully thin toms mind. He thought he would never see them again, being when they died he would not go to Starclan, that he knew of. Why did fate ha e to be so cruel? The white medicine cat flicked water off his silver err paws, and his silver tipped tail dragged in the muddy and dirty water of Twoleg place. The toms pale ice blue eye and his light green eye were dull and lifeless. He coughed, the past few days all the white Medicine cat of Boneclan could catch was rats, and unfortunately poisoned him, but he didn't know that he would die when he reached the woods. As he reached the woods he grew very tired and ill and he lay peacefully down at the base of a tree several Fox-lengths I to the forest. The toms breathing was rigged and labored and he found it hard to breathe. He closed his multicolored eyes and then opened them to see his and his mates favorite spot to meet in Twoleg place. He smiled and then closed his eyes for the last time. The white medicine cats breathing ceased and he grew still. Unknowingly the Tom opened his eyes to Starclans bright plains where he saw nobody, not even his clan mates if you'd call a bunch of rogues trying to be like a clan, clan mates. He laid there in the soft luscious stary green grass that grew all around him. He was dead and he knew it, only to late he realized that he had been poisoned. His smile faded Nd tears full of stars listened in his eyes and fell to the ground. Moonlight was gone.
