THE PLOT

"You would accuse ShadowClan of such dishonorable actions?" A cat hissed angrily, their fluffed up tail lashing back and forth across the Great Rock.

Three other cats stared back, but only one raised its chin with a glint in its eyes. "We have all lost kits, you have not. It is the only conclusion we can come to." There was no hint of regret in the cat's voice, it was strong, carried across the clearing with confidence.

At that moment, black storm clouds rolled in from nowhere, covering the moon and taking all the light. The ShadowClan leader smirked, pleased with StarClan's support. "ShadowClan has stolen no kits, but we will be on the lookout for yours. In the mean time, I expect some sort of apology at the next gathering." Thunder boomed overhead as the cat bounded down from the Great Rock, the rest of ShadowClan following them.

A wail rose up from the other assembled cats, belonging to a she-cat. Several other cats joined in until one of the leaders raised their tail for silence. A medicine cat spoke up. "The sign was clear, ShadowClan is not responsible. Perhaps StarClan will send more clues." The other leaders nodded and walked dejectedly down the Great Rock, their Clans straggling behind them as the first raindrops began to fall.