"Silverthorn," As Silverthorn and her littermates sat through the last few seconds of their vigil, Silverthorn felt a strange presence near her.

Before she could do anything about it, Marshstar came and told them that their vigil was over.

She got up and headed toward the nursery. Just as she neared the enterance, she heard a scream from inside. She ran in, to find her mother laying on the floor, panting.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Buzzardwing, the medicine cat, came in and told Silverthorn to leave. She was anxious to, but obeyed. As she left, she called back, "You'll be fine! I'm going on a patrol. I'll be right back!"

I'll join a patrol, and will be back in time to meet my siblings! She headed toward Hopskip, Shockfur, and Lillwing to join their patrol. They headed out toward the border with ShadowClan. The area started to fill up with the stench of ShadowClan, and as they crept forward, something large crashed into Silverthorn.

She was overwhelmed with the smell of...wait... WindClan!? What are they doing over here? As the cat dragged her by her haunches, digging their claws into her, she caught a glimpse of Lillywing and Hopskip laying lifeless on the ground, with triumphant WindClan and ShadowClan cats standing over them. As her vision faded into darkness, she thought, Where's Shockfur? Oh, what did we get Into?

AN: That, my friends, is why you never say, "I'll be right back." Sorry for the short chapter!