Boulderstar padded out of the Cave of Stars, confused. His newly appointed medicine cat, Cloverleaf, greeted him.
"Hello, BoulderSTAR. Did it go well?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Boulderstar understood. The clans had just moved to the new territories, and as soon as they got there, Stormclan had been swept by an epidemic of greencough. Both the Medicine cat and the leader had died, leaving Boulderstar and Cloverleaf unprepared. Cloverleaf had just barely completed his training, and Boulderstar, (then Bouldertail) had been appointed deputy just a moon before.
"Yes, it went perfectly." replied Boulderstar. HE didn't want to worry the young medicine cat with the ominous prophecy. He still couldn't shake it from his mind. On the night of the red moon, Death will come. He shivered. What could it mean?
"Boulderstar? Are you okay? Something's bothering you."
Boulderstar smiled. Cloverleaf was wiser than he looked.
"I'll tell you later." he said.
"All right." replied Cloverleaf, and they padded slowly back towards camp.
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