The silver furred feline padded wearily through the twisting maze of thorned black vines, tentatively avoiding their sharp, shimmering edges as she made her way through the murk. Her pale golden irises flashed in the never ending darkness, struggling to peer through the dark clouds that swirled around her. The ground felt chilling and moist underneath her soft paw pads with each step she took, and stuck between her toes, clinging to her feet like vines. Brisk air swirled through her pelt, sending a chill down her spine as the thick shadows began to twist and congeal into a vaguely cat like shape. A glowing green orb flashed bright before her, revealing a grotesque sight that tightened the muscles of her stomach and brought her lips back into a curl.

"What's the matter, dear?" The bloodied frame purred deeply, its singular eye hanging out from its socket by mere strings of flesh. It affixed its gaze on her trembling body, unblinking. "Miss me?" He rose from his crumpled position, flesh clinging to his emptied ribcage as he staggered towards her.

"Stay away from me," She snarled, the fur along her back standing on end as the mutilated cat crept towards her.

The fractured purr rumbled louder from the feline, claws creeping out from their sheathes as he neared his prey. "Oh, Silverwing…" He sighed melodramatically, raising a twisted paw to scratch at his ear. "And here I'd thought you had feelings for me."

"Not anymore." Silverwing hissed beneath her breath, her own claws unsheathing into the sticky ground as he sat down before her. She fought not to glance down at his emptied stomach, the cross that cut deep through his abdomen sickening her to look at.

"Of course. Nobody ever did, but never mind that." Mischievous delight spread across his face as he prepared to deliver his speech. "The Dark Forest came with a message to you. A prophecy, one might say."

"Only Starclan gives medicine cats prophecies!"

"Dear, don't be so naïve. Starclan is waiting to give you the prophecy. But, I fear it'll be too late by the time they give you the news."

"Don't try to manipulate me, Waspstar. It never works. Why would Starclan hide a prophecy from us?"

"Perhaps it may be unlikely, but no matter. Your time here is limited. "

"So stop wasting it."

"The hare of the night will fall upon thorns sharper than needles from pine, and bring the blackened sky's wrath over the innocent sun."