A sharp wind whipped the trees and rustled the plants. Nestled in an old fox den, DarkClan were sheltered from the weather. Buried under the ground, the rank scent of old foxes drifted about the place, but no one cared. This was the best shelter they'd had for days. With cramped space and no food, this was no life for cats. But they had worse things to worry about. Everyone as either starved, half starved or hungry. The kits were dying. Berrykit and Honeykit had died just last night from lack of milk. The heavily pregnant queen, Ripplepool was close to death. Yet. It was too late. Redkit.