"Dawn!"

The golden tabby clenched her eyes shut as the memories crashed over her.

"Dawn! Come help us!"

"Dawn! Don't leave us!"

"Dawn! Please save us!"

I'm sorry, she thought. I really am.

She could just see them all, surrounded by the circle of encroaching fire, voices hoarse from smoke as they called out to her, all four of them; Her mother, Marigold; Her father, Gorse; Her sisters, Aspen and Wren.

Why hadn't she helped them?

The golden tabby buried her head in her paws.

I'm sorry...

"But Dawn! You left us to die!"

"You've killed us!"

I'm so sorry...