Clawstar stood on the tip of Spire rock, a calculating countenance, his eyes searching the camp. Something had happened that nobody told him about. He knew by the exasperated expressions on his clanmates' faces the night before, and by how Brightflight reacted when he was relieved; immediately rocketing up into the trees to roost as though he was exhausted. But what happened?
He smiled as his eyes settled on Iceberry's family. He spotted Fawn, Thunder, Willow, and Squirrel. He greeted them from afar with the wave of his wing and a smile, subtle solemness in his eyes darkening his expression. He saw the little white hen, her little budding warriors not far from sight. One, two, three, f- he counted, but abruptly paused and squinted, trying so hard to find the fourth. Only three? Where was Stonepaw?
Immediately he hopped off of his perch and started toward Iceberry, his smile now faded and in it's place a frown, a furrow appearing on his forehead. "Berry?" he murmured, "Can I talk to you?"