Dying Lake

Your ears flatten, and you tip your head to the side. Why are they so upset? You, Splashpw, and Applepaw have done nothing. A growl sounds from somewhere in a nearby Clanmate's throat. "It's not our fault their stupid queens can't have living kits." The moonlight, once comforting and full of excitement, was tainted with anger and bitter hate. You swallow, raising your head nervously. Streamstar scowls as she glares at the cats below. "WaveClan's river has frozen," She hissed. She looked up to glare at the other three leaders, a challenge glinting in her eyes. "We need a bit of everyone's territory." She demanded, tail lashing. "Why should we do that?" Thunderstar growled, eyes narrowed. Streamstar hissed back in reply; "You cannot let WaveClan suffer, can you?" She snarled. Harestar frowned, shaking his head. "We don't have to give you any territory. Though, TunnelClan can give you a little prey, you can not have any land." Streamstar glares at Oakstar, waiting for reply. Oakstar's ears flatten. "MoorClan has it's own troubles. We cannot spare any room for WaveClan. We are sorry. We can, however, spare prey for you, just as TunnelClan has done." Applepaw, your best friend, scowls just like his mentor Snowclaw is doing. "Oakstar's a fool." Snowclaw snarls. Applepaw shakes out his fur, hissing. "WaveClan doesn't deserve our territory." He says angrily. It's clear he's picking up on Snowclaw's behavior.