Cruellamange was on patrol with Crimsonbloom, Orchidpaw and Sparkstar. She was nervous, because the last time she had patrolled with them she had found evidence of Berryshine's death. Well, not evidence, but it certainly suggested that the former deputy was dead. It had all started with...

  Wait.

  That smell.

  It was... no, no, no. It couldn't be. Yet it was. Cruellamange could scent Berryshine, again. Except there was a foul odor that mostly masked the former deputy's scent... rot. Cruellamange bounded towards the scent, barely registering the others' reaction to her expression of horror. Their reaction to her cries of disbelief. Their reaction to the severed leg laying on the ground before them.

  It seemed to have been removed a long time ago, and it was rotten and crawling with grubs... yet it was unmistakably Berryshine's leg. Cruellamange's head was swimming. She couldn't breathe... couldn't think... everything went... black...

  It was the same starry figure as before. Except this time, in it's mouth... 

  Was a leg...