DawnClan's History, Part 2: Falling Apart

It became increasingly harder to defend our clan. Many cats dropped out, no longer interested. The remaining few refused to listen to me or Blackfang. Many “authority only” meetings were held, meaning only the medicine cat, deputy, and leader. The apprentices no longer came out of my sight. KittyClan struggled on.
Meanwhile, Breezestar was having trouble of her own. Blackfang rushed over to me one day, with the news that Breezestar wanted to talk to me. I left Shellpool watching the apprentices and Blackfang and I told Breezestar to “swim” over to us. She told us the trouble she was having with her clan. Her clan had grown from three to many, as most of the KittyClan dropouts had joined her clan, because DogClan had no code. She could hardly keep her clan from attacking us. We thanked her, and sent her back to her clan. We knew she must be desperate if she was sharing us this weakness. We did not tell our clan, because it would bring war if we did, and we knew we were in no shape for a battle.
One day, word got out. Betty had heard from Loudfur that DogClan was no longer under Breezestar’s control. We had seen this from across the river, but we had no idea how bad it was. Darkice had started a rebellion. Now he was leading the rest of the clan into battle against us. Breezestar had resigned. This meant war.
I called a meeting. All of the members except Shellpool, Caleb, and I wanted to fight. Some of the warriors had run off into battle already. Things looked bad for KittyClan. Blackfang eventually listened to reason, and agreed not to fight, but everyone else still wanted to. There was one thing left to be done. “Anyone who wishes to remain in KittyClan will stay here. Anyone who wishes to leave, may fight.” I told them. There was a brief pause. Blackfang and Shellpool looked at me in shock. Caleb nodded slowly. Then, the worst possible thing happened. Every cat but the three who agreed with me left. KittyClan look like it was finished.