Leafpool's POV

We climbed the mountain together, the grief on Crowfeather's face was very obvious. I feel very bad for him. Super bad. He lost his love here and he was going to see her grave. 

I have tried to comfort him, but he would always say he was fine. 

I heard him sigh. 

"Hey Crowfeather, you ok?" I asked for the millionth time. 

"Leafpool, I have told you, I am fine," he said, staring at the Tribe camp ahead. 

"I am just worried, you have been looking down for quite some time, and..." 

We entered the Tribe Camp, silence was stale and no sounds were made. No cats were visible.

"Hello?" I yelled out into the empty clearing. No answer.

I opened my mouth to speak, but Crowfeather cut me off.

"We're alone..."