Almost there

Burningstar plodded ahead, the fire starting to lessen, as all four clans walked farther upstream. He stoped himself by a bout of coughing. He knew that he didn't have the sickness, though. He still needed to lead his clan.

Even though I'm on my last life..... he thought. Shadowstar, leader of Windclan, and the only other leader besides him left,  was walking right next to him. They both were leading what was left of the clans.

If only we had Gazestar and Sunnystar here.... Thunderclan and Shadowclan need leaders.  Burningstar thought, looking back at the cats. Concern filled thier eyes. But me and Shadowstar are all they have left of leaders, untill we can get somewhere safe, maybe connect with starclan so they can appoint new leaders.

But there's not that much left to lead.

Deaths

Fadedeyes sighed. Many cats were dead, including ShadowClans deputy. He sniffed the air. The scent of death clung in the still, smoky air. He heard a wail, and a cat yowling,
"Sunnystar is Dead!"Fadedeyes bristled. the first clan leader to die. He slowly padded over, following her scent, and found Rainshine near her. he bent his head.
"You need to stay way from her body. You'll get  sick, too. "he heard her sniff.
"But i already am."she meowed quietly.
He gasped. She was right.
"Just leave, Fadedeyes, before you get sick too." Fadedeyes stumbled back. His paws caught on a small lifeless body. he ran past them, his paws brushing bodies as he went.
How can i save them,  he thought, When i cant see who's sick!

The Devestation

   "Hurry! Run!" a ginger tabby yowled to her clanmates as they struggled to escape the roaring flames. Weakened by sickness, her clan wasnt able to outrun the deadly fire. Only a few lucky and strong warriors had made it through.
     She pushed on, aware of her clanmates behind her. At last she stopped. 
      "Rainshine?"She called out shakily to her deputy. "Here."he mottled gray tom padded behind her.
      "good."she breathed. "Are you okay Sunnystar?" a golden tabby tom padded up, worry in his eyes. He was old, and his muzzle was stained with white.
    "shes fine, Lionblaze."A white she-cat croaked from beside the old tom. "She has to be."

Intro

Hello Everyone! This is a Story blog me and Breeze share, call After the Clans. It's about the aftermath of all the clans being destroyed, and the survivors that live this tale, and try to piece the clans back together. But these few loner cats can't do it by themselves.. .they need help from their warrior ancestors, and their other Descendants.