Mintmoss's dead body lay on the ground next to a dying serpent. Snowstar imagined what had happened in her head. Mintmoss had decided to fight a mud serpent. To help protect her Clan because she couldn't protect Fluffkit. She had put up a good fight, and dealt a killing blow, but the serpent used the last of its energy to kill her. At least Mintmoss's death didn't look too painful. She wasn't bleeding. If fact, she was still breathing. She wasn't dead at all! Snowstar stepped on to the leafy ground to get Mintmoss back to camp. The ground beneath her collapsed. Snowstar found herself in a pit too deep to get out of without help. The leaves had been put on top of a few vines stretched across the pit, and it was clear that she'd fallen into a trap. "Mintmoss! Mintmoss, can you hear me?" She yelled. She heard Mintmoss get up, then Mintmoss said, "Clear!" Many sets of paws padded towards the pit. A cat leaned over the pit and spoke to her in a familiar voice. "Sorry, Snowstar." He said. "Rockdapple?" Snowstar said. "No. Rockstar. Leader of RockClan." He said. "Was this your doing?" Snowstar asked. He nodded. "Why would you do this? Why would you break off of SnowClan?" Snowstar asked. "Because we're not safe. I'm taking my Clanmates who wish to come to a safer place. Far away from the swamp. Because unlike you, I care about our Clan's safety." Rockstar said. Snowstar was absolutely shocked. "I don't care about my Clan's safety? What do you mean?!" She repeated. "Hey, you said it yourself just now. You don't." He said, turning away. A few cats looked into the pit to apologize. Snowstar mostly ignored them. But then a voice she knew her Clan needed spoke. "I know you'll need me, but they need me too. Shadepaw can take good care of SnowClan, and I will take good care of RockClan." Troutpool said. "Troutpool..." Snowstar said, turning around, but he was already gone. Snowstar was alone. None of her remaining Clan knew she was down here. She might die down here. She yelled for help. She had to talk some sense into the cats of 'RockClan'. They were making a mistake. She heard pawsteps coming from the direction of the StormClan border. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Snowsong." A voice that was all too familiar said. End of Part Eleven
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