Cloudedstar sat in his den watching the last of the snow melt. His clan had suffered from the lack of fresh kill, their loses were many. Only a few warriors and kits survived the hard times and with that they were all left weak, not to mention heavy with grief. The calico licks his dull fur, every bone in his body being visible under his thin pelt.

Foxheart sulks back into the camp, a thin mouse hanging from her jaws. She had had no more luck bringing in fresh kill even with the warmer weather. She drops the mouse in the spot where the fresh kill pile would be, but with there being not more warriors than they had there was not much they could do.

Snowfur was in the nursery, heavy with her sickly kits. She had to try and keep them alive at all costs, which was hard now that there was little to no berbs around. She winces as one of the kits kicks, being weak like its mother.

Stormpaw crouched over the vole hole. His haunches were tense, and his tail lashed the air. Food was scarce lately, and they needed every prey they could get. However, he had been waiting at this hole for a while now, and there was no sign of its inhabitant which he had seen dart inside moments earlier. He waitied patiently, wondering if the vole had left through a back entrance.

Cloverclan

Tribalpaw stalks the rabbit with vigor, his prey unaware that death was lerking in the shadows. With a single leap the apprentice manages to kill the thin rodent with a blow to the neck. He drags the prey back to the camp, knowing they needed much more to feed the straving clan.

Marshclan

Mosspaw watched his clanmates move sluggishly about, the freezing water making walking across the camp harder than need be. The toms stomach growl longing for fresh kill as the air begin to warm, the sun warming his fur. He lets out a purr of relief but it soon dies away as he remembers the losses for the cold leaf.

Whisperwhisker rummages through her herb storage. Supplies had gotten dangerously low to the point they were out of life saving herbs. "Oh mouse-brains." She meows as she drops a single daisy leaf into a puddle of mud. She fishes it out hoping it would dry, seeing that it was one of the last the clan had.

Tidepool sighed, glancing in the direction of the stream that used to provide a pool that was never dried. However, the stream had been diverted or something, because it ran dry now. She pawed through her herbs, sorting the remaining ones.

Pinefur shook the freezing water from his coat and trotted back towards the center of the Marshclan. He had accidentally leapt into a puddle while chasing a rat, which he held between his jaws. He dropped it in the dwindling prey pile, and turned to find a semi-dry rock to dry off on.

Oakenclan

Foxheart trots up to Tidepool. "Hello Tidepool, do you need me to go looking for herbs again?" The she cat offers knowing that their herb supply was dwindling fast.

Clouded star stands having seen Smokeclaw. "Smokeclaw? May I have a word with you?" The Tom asks having to sit again to keep from swaying.

Snowfur stands, feeling her kits move more. It was nearly time for them to come, but something was wrong. The kits were weak, and would probably not make it through the kitting, and Snowfur was weak too meaning she was in danger of dying also.

Cloverclan

Tribalpaw drags the rabbit back putting it in the fresh kill pile. He needed to do more for the clan, bunt more, do better! He hisses at himself as he trots off to hunt.

Marshclan

Moss fur looks around for his mentor. "Pinefur?" He asks once he finds the tom.

Whisperwhisker growls again at her herbs. "I need more herbs to work with!" She hisses. She trots out of the den looking for the last warrior, and his apprentice

Oakenclan

Tidepool turns to see Foxheart addressing her. "Hello Foxheart. I'd really appreciate that, as you can see we don't have much left. I'd accompany you, but I have to stay with Snowfur," Tidepool says gratefully. She doesn't want to leave Snowfur now that she is so close to having her kits.

Smokeclaw turns and pads over to Snowfur. "Yes Cloudedstar?" she says, sitting respectfully in front of him.

Cloverclan

Stormpaw finally sees a nose poke out of the hole in the ground. He double-checks to make sure his shadow hasn't fallen over the opening, and waits for a head to follow the nose. A vole scrambles a bit farther out of his hole, and Stormpaw pounces, breaking the neck of the vole with his jaws. He carries his prey back towards the prey pile, hoping the other cats have caught more than him.

Marshclan

Mossfur turns to look down at his apprentice. "Yes?" he says in a gruff voice.

Oakenclan

Cloudedstar looks to the warrior. "We are in need of new cats, and as much as I hate to say this but I need you to venture to the Twoleg place and see if you can find young cats to join the clan....just one or two." The tom looks away. "We need new warriors..."

Snowfur winces as a sharp pain shoot through her body. "Tidepool! The kits! Their coming!"

Foxheart nods dashing away in search of the rare herbs.

Cloverclan

Tribalpaw hunts for the sent of any kind of prey, his paws hurting from having walked so far. He had to do more for his clan though, they needed him more than ever.

Marshclan

Mosspaw purrs. "Could you take me hunting? I want to do my part to help the clan." The kit meows, hoping that he could help save the last few of the dying cats

Whisperwhisker walks from her seen angry. "Mosspaw!" She yowls. "I need you and Pinefur to go gather herbs! I can't work with the little we have!"

Oakenclan
Smokeclaw nods. "I'll do my best, Cloudedstar," she says. "I think it'd be best if I did this alone. I'll be harder to spot, and we can't risk anymore lives," she adds. She assumes that Cloudedstar had already thought of that, but she wanted to confirm.

Tidepool darted over to the nursery, and stood next to Snowfur. She murmured words of comfort to the she cat at her feet. She couldn't do much more at the moment. (Do you remember what the medicine cats do to help? I forget... *facepalm*)

Cloverclan
Stormpaw scoured the fields for even the smallest hint of a scent. He caught Tribalpaw's scent and followed it to where his fellow apprentice was also hunting. "Any luck?" he mewed quietly.

Marshclan
Pinefur leapt down so he was facing Mosspaw. "We'd better get the herbs first, we'll hunt later," he replied. He nodded to Whisperwhisker to show that he had heard her. He was glad to see how eager Mosspaw was to help the clan. Usually he'd be happy to take the kit hunting, but every bit of prey counted, and herbs were needed now. He turned, and began to head in the direction of a patch of herbs he had spotted earlier when he was hunting.

Oakenclan

Cloudedstar nods. "Yes go alone. Any abeled body cat will do so long as they are willing to come." The tom stands limping back to his den.

Snowfur lays down in the floor of the nursery, panting. "Let's hope they make it..." She pants before she sits to wait for the kits to come. (They just make sure everything goes well.)

Cloverclan

Triballaw looks back at his friend. "I caught a rabbit earlier, and I hope to find anouther." The kit admits. "I hate seeing the clan like this..."

Marshclan

Mosspaw nods. "Let's go then so we can still have time to hunt." He chases after Pinefur. "Do you think I will make a good warrior?" He asks the tom

Whisperwhisker purrs watching the two go.