Glacier
Loner
“Sleekfeather, are you sure this is where your home was?” The black and white molly questioned, her violet gaze searching the abandoned Riverclan camp. The faint smell of felines were surrounding the camp.. But, it was getting faint and with the upcoming rain.. They were surely going to lose any trail. Turning to look at Sleekfeather, he looked devastated.
Moving towards the camp, she took a peak in each den.. It wasn’t until she smelled the faint smoke of the fires that occurred within the last few days. Did the clans move because of the fire? There were many answers. It had appeared each den was currently empty, no sight or scent of any feline around.
“Sleekfeather.. What do we do now?” She questioned after coming out of the warriors den, her eyebrows furrowed. Glacier had thought that returning Sleekfeather to his home, they would be parting ways.. Although she was considered a stray, she wasn’t the only one now.
Sleekfeather
Warrior of Riverclan
Sleekfeather stood frozen, his turquoise eyes wide with shock and disbelief as he stared at the desolate remains of Riverclan's camp. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
“What happened here?” Sleekfeather's mind raced, panic beginning to set in. ‘Where was Riverclan? What started the fire? Was everyone okay?’ His thoughts then turned to Edgefrost, his brother and best friend. ‘He has to be alive. He has to be.’ Sleekfeather's claws dug into the charred ground as he tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn't lose Edgefrost, not after everything they'd been through together. A sudden determination filled his eyes, and he turned, locking eyes with Glacier, who stood a few paces behind.
“I’m going to WindClan,” he told her, voice tight with emotion. “Desertstar will know something. She has to.” His tail lashed. “Stay here if you want, but that’s where I’m headed.”Without waiting for a reply, he limped toward the border. His injured leg ached from the strain, but he pushed on.
Upon reaching the Windclan border, Sleekfeather's heart sank further. WindClan's camp was no better.
It was dead.
Empty.
Swallowed by the same silence that had consumed RiverClan.
Sleekfeather’s breath caught in his throat, and for a long moment, he just stood there, stunned and motionless, as the terrible truth settled over him like a shroud: whatever had happened, it had happened here, too.
His heart ached with a raw, unbearable grief as he stared out at the dead camp. "I... I don't understand," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. His gaze swept across the ruins, searching for something, anything, that made sense. "Why would they leave everything behind? Are all the clans gone?" Panic clawed its way up his throat, hot and thick and impossible to swallow down.