She feels them like ice droplets crystallizing on her skin; her flesh freezes, and everything goes blank for one solid moment. All she thinks is that she could have done better. She could have saved him. He could have survived if she had just been a little bit faster. . .

The tears form, sliding softly down her nose. Like little raindrops, almost. . . specks of gold. They glimmer, glistening in the starry light. She wants them to be an illusion, another figment of her imagination like all the other mysteries that have befallen her lately. Yet deep within her, she knows that they are just another touch of reality, a sign from StarClan that something has gone terribly wrong.