It was a silent night. Nothing made a sound but the wind, whirling in the air. A tiny Brown tabby kit 
as the mighty current blew over his tiny fur. It tried to mewl for warmth, but not a sound came out. 
"Rap around him tighter, Cherrytail," A Black she-cat scolded. "Can't you see he is freezing?" The young
cream colored queen nuzzled the kit. The Black she-cat glared. "What is the matter? Can't you take care of one kit?" Cherrytail flinched at her challenging question. "Relax, Sandfur." A ginger tom with white paws stepped out of the shadows and sat next to the black cat. "Can't you see she is trying her best?" 
"Forgive me, Sandfur, I truly am trying my best." Cherrytail apologized. Sandfur looked down at her paws, nervous they might see her shamefulness. The tom licked her ear. "Bramblekit is strong, he will make it." Sandfur looked up and nuzzled his shoulder. "I know, my beloved, I'm just worried is all." 
"We all are." A low voice sounded from behind the ferns. "Look at us. Starving, weak, and helpless." All the cats looked down. "We are weak in all the Clan ranks. When has my Clan become of this?" Nobody answered. 
The kit mewled in a high tone. The cat talking stepped out. A white cat with black spots. "WindClan are stealing our prey in violent patrols. They've injured many warriors. Some have even come to death. "Mudstar, is there any hope left for ShadowClan?" The cat sat down. "StarClan knows, Gorsefeather."
Gorsefeather looked at his Clanmates, and their bony figure. He then realized how hungry he was. Mudstar took a quick glance at the ferns, and back to his warriors. "I must prepare a hunting patrol, " He said softly. "Let's pray to StarClan we find something for us." He dashed into the forest in a flash.
Gorsefeather heard the slightest whisper of his leader, pass through him, and it made him shiver.
"May StarClan save our Clan!"