Silentstrike walked out of the warriors den and into the clearing. With a snort, he sat and started to lick a paw. He wondered when Mosseystar would wake. The rest of the warriors were asleep most likely. He paused. The gray and white tom looked over to the den. Many warriors were distrustful of eachother now. Ever since the kit drowned, warriors had had speculation that some cat had done it. Some cat had murdered the kit. Feeling disgust rising in his stomach, the gray and white cat got up and walked out of the camp.
-To the lakeshore-