Prologue
"No! Moonfeather, no! Please don't leave me!" My mate, Sparrowclaw, shrieked.
"I-I'm so sorry," I whispered. My vision was getting fuzzy. There seemed to be hazy film between my mate and myself.
"Sparrowclaw...Sparrowclaw..." I coughed, sending up a mouthful of blood and racking my body with pain. The wound in my neck still leaked blood, even though it had been inflicted the day before and the medicine cat, Firewing, had treated it with cobweb.
The world was getting darker and darker. My body felt numb. There was a sudden coldness. My mate's panicked, desperate cries faded away. Soon, I would see my father, and my little sister, all the loved ones that I had lost to death. I would be going to Starclan soon,
Right?
