Dying Lake

Your paws tremble. How could StarClan allow this to happen? The cats all turn towards your group. They look desperate, and hungry. You shuffle a bit as a queen walks out of the nursery. Her skinny frame is painful to look at, and the only big part about her is her swollen belly. You can't help but think that the queen they said had died was in this state. And no wonder! You decide you ought to speak up, turning towards Blackcherry and Jumpfoot.