Dying Lake

They probably need help if they tried to eat something so sick and skinny! With Blackcherry leading, all five of you creep into WaveClan's land. Beside you, Applepaw's whiskers twitch and his nose wrinkles. "Smells disgusting." He growls. You can't help but think that's their normal scent, and not due to sickness and hunger. "Who goes there?" A weak voice snarls. A patrol bursts out of a bush, and you bristle. They smell horrible! You wince at the sight of an apprentice, who's so skinny you're afraid if you breathe on him too long he'll fall over. "Why are you here?" Hisses a black she-cat, although it's hard to be intimidated by her skinny frame. The apprentice licks his lips, his eyes bright. "Oakstar said she'd share her prey," The ginger tabby points out, drooling slightly. "Maybe they've come to share prey?" He looks hopefully at the blood on Applepaw's claws from the rabbit. The black she-cat cuffs him around the ear. "Shellpaw, you dunce, does it look like they've got any food?" She mews. Shellpaw winces, his hungry green eyes flicking from the bloody claws of Applepaw. "No, Shadedriver.." He mumbles. Shadedriver huffs, then looks at you and your patrol. "Why are you here?" She demands. Blackcherry puffs out her chest slightly. "May we speak to Streamstar? It's important." Shadedriver hesitates, then looks over her shoulder and a frail silver and black tom. "What do you think, Mistypool?" She asks. The warrior narrows his green eyes in thought. "...Yes, they can see Streamstar." Snowclaw takes a confident pawstep forward, and Mistypool snarls. "Not you." He nods to you. Jumpfoot, and Blackcherry. You sniff, a bit surprised. Snowclaw growls, glaring at Shadedriver. Applepaw bares his teeth at Shellpaw, who seems taken aback. "Come on you three, let's go." Mistypool hissed. You tentatively padded forward, silver ears flicking, as Mistypool leads you in deeper into WaveClan territory.