I had immediately told my Clan everything that I'd learned. They had been very, very nervous by the end of my story.
"So...how do we find out who summoned this Clan...DeathClan?" Branchclaw asked.
"No idea," I said, "but right now, we have to focus on stopping the effects of this curse."
The Clan all murmured their agreement. Looking them over, I wondered if it had been one of these cats who'd summoned DeathClan.
I traveled out the next day with Zapheart, my best friend since kithood. He was a sleek black tom with yellow splotches on his fur.
We walked toward the lake and stopped.
"I wonder what would happen if I drank some of this...." Zapheart said.
Horrified, I swiped a paw at him. "You would probably die." I said.
And that was why it terrified me when Zapheart took a drink.
He sat there for a moment. "See, nothing wrong."
And right after he said that, he began having convulsions.
I ran to find some yarrow, and once I had the plant, I fed it to Zapheart. He immediately vomited and stopped convulsing.
Running over to him, I saw that he had a horrified look in his eyes. I let him curl up next to me and shiver.
Looking at where he'd vomited, I saw that a small stream of red was moving through the grass. It seemed to be heading toward the camp.
I supported Zapheart as we moved toward the camp, and while walking, I realized something.
The red was taking us to the cat who'd summoned DeathClan.
Moving faster, we walked toward the camp. Almost there, I thought.
Suddenly, I saw Squashkit running, and I couldn't stop him from walking through the red stream. The red stream that had nearly taken us to the culprit.