Rainglow could barely take it anymore. Everybody seemed to be yelling and fighting with each other. He just wanted it to stop. He'd barely had time to cool down after the dog attack... He hadn't even seen if his brother was ok! His ears flattened as more chaos erupted around him. But, one thing wiggled its way out of the arguing and into the grey tom's ears. Pikestar was... Giving up. Rainglow suddenly felt his fur prickle. In a line of disappointment, Pikestar was following. Was RiverClan doomed? Had the stars forsaken them? He dug his claws into the dirt below him. He didn't have any room to process his emotions. He wanted to run. Run away. But he didn't. He loved his clan. His brother. His mother, who was in StarClan. He couldn't disappoint his family. Rainglow looked down, trying to ignore his clanmates shrieking and listen to Pikestar.