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Chapter 7

Dawnspirit felt cold air envelope her form. She shivered as it stole over her body, tensing up her muscles. A warm tongue rasped along her fur, spreading warmth and comfort. Her world seemed dark and secluded, and her body felt smaller, limper.

She breathed in the scent of milk and leaned towards the dwindling scent, giving in to her instincts. Other smells bumbled past her nose and she sniffed in confusion, recognizing the tangy scent of raspberry leaves and thyme.

Dawnspirit opened her mouth to speak, yet only a tiny mewl came out. The sound floated through the air, hardly heard. She tensed up as words louder then hers were heard. The voice was blunt and sad, so many emotions flowing through it. She hardly caught any of it, just one name.

"Crookedwhisker."

The name brought shivers along her spine. She strained to hear more of what the cat was saying, however her ears didn't seem to work right. They jumbled the words into faint confusion, and she rattled her head in annoyance as if to shake it into place.

She opened her mouth again, longing to cry out, to let her presence be known. However once more, simply a soft mew escaped her mouth, the sound pitiful and sad.

Now she heard a new voice, a shaky, fearful voice, a she-cat. She spoke quietly, a stammer to her words. "When you f-found me near the Shadowclan border-" The she-cat's words were cut off as a sob escaped her, a grief-filled sound which wound its way through Dawnspirit's ears. The voice seemed familiar, somewhere in the back of her mind, she had heard it before. However she had never heard this despairing tone, the one which made Dawnspirit's heart throb.

"I'll kill him," came the other voice, the tom. It was filled with fury and hate, strength which the she-cat lacked. His words frightened Dawnspirit and she trembled at them. However there was something very comforting about his voice, as if she had waited a long time to hear it again.

"He must never know that I told you!" hissed the she-cat, the grief disappearing only to be replaced with fear.

Dawnspirit once more struggled to force her eyes open, the darkness now feeling threatening. It seemed empty, wrong, as if she was trespassing on something sacred. She suddenly felt very cold, water trickling down her thick fur. She shivered as wind brushed her sopping pelt.

The voices continued to talk, and in one desperate attempt to understand what she was hearing, Dawnspirit forced her eyes open.

She sat up suddenly, colors flying before her eyes. Her breathing was heavy and rushed as she gazed around at the empty medicine cat den. The only sound was her pounding heart which echoed in her ears as her eyes flicked around in shock. "It was a dream," she whispered, sinking back into the soft moss and feeling the relief it offered. "It was just a dream." However her words offered no answers to the questions which raced through her mind, and as she drifted back to sleep once more, she was comforted by the warm smell of milk and soft feel of fur which still lingered in her mind.

Golden sunlight streamed between the dripping leaves, bathing down on Dawnspirit's unmoving pelt. Her breathing quickened as she followed the mouse with her eyes, her lips drawing back to show her frosty teeth.

In one graceful leap, she pounced on the mouse, quickly snapping its neck. She let the juices seep into her mouth, relishing the woodsy taste of familiarity it brought. She sank down onto her haunches, and sunk her teeth into the mouse. She had gotten skinnier, her slim muscles were more defined, and her long fur drooped from her body. Prey had been getting scarcer, and most cats now caught food for themselves, leaving the weaker cats to fend for themselves.

It had been just two nights since her strange dream, and the memories still haunted her. She still did not understand what any of it symbolized, or what it was meant to show. The only dreams she had ever received were prophecies from Starclan, and this new experience frightened her. She knew that Shadowclan was only going to get worse, and so she could not understand why Starclan had not yet offered help or support in this dark time.

She shuddered at her thoughts and forced them to the back of her mind, not wanting to frighten herself. "They'll come to me when I need them," she mumbled, her mouth full of mouse. However her words held no meaning, no belief or hope remained.

She plodded back to camp, her steps sluggish and her pelt moist from the drizzling rain. As she passed through the thicket, into the camp, she immediately sensed it. Something was wrong.

She glanced frantically around the camp, her eyes scanning everything. The scent of fear and grief was thick in the air, and she growled in frustration. She raised her nose to the air, realizing that the smell came from the apprentice den.

A loud wail rang out across the clearing, and Dawnspirit's eyes widened in horror as she recognized the voice. She raced into the den, trembling.

Blueflower lay next to her apprentice, her whole body shaking as she frantically licked Frogpaw's limp body. "Wake up!" she sobbed, her voice oozing with despair for the young tom. "Please, wake up!"

Sableleaf stood off to the side, his expression helpless and horrified. Applepaw sat next to the two, her brown eyes petrified as she portrayed the scene. Blueflower looked up at Dawnspirit, her blue eyes dull. "He's not breathing," she said bluntly, the sadness melting away into defeatism. "He's dead."

Dawnspirit shook her head in disbelief, her mind reeling. She could hardly process what she saw before her, it hardly seemed real. She took a deep breath, knowing she must be calm for Blueflower's sake, and knelt down next to the apprentice. He had no heartbeat.

The horror which stole over her, coursing through her veins like a cold fire, rushed to her head in a giddy fury. She turned to Applepaw, avoiding the she-cat's traumatized stare. "What happened?"

Applepaw looked back at the tom, her mouth trembling. "He was so hungry," she squeaked hoarsely. "He ate some berries, I tried to stop him, but he was just so hungry."

"No," Dawnspirit breathed, turning back to Frogpaw. She pried his mouth open, praying that her suspicions were not true. The deep crimson flecks were scattered across the tom's stained tongue, and they brought a new reel of shock. "He ate deathberries," she murmured. "Blueflower, I'm so sorry."

Blueflower gazed up, her face torn with anguish. "This is all Crookedstar's fault," she snarled, her claws unsheathing as she spoke. "He left the apprentices to fend for themselves, I've been the only one hunting for them for days! They couldn't survive like this!"

Dawnspirit wrapped her tail gently around the warrior. "I know," she whispered. "I know."

Dreamfire touched Blueflower's shoulder, her eyes kinder then they had ever been. "We have to bring him into the center of the camp, we'll sit vigil tonight."

Sableleaf reached down and picked up Frogpaw by the scruff of his neck. Blueflower sniffled, yet managed to compose herself to help him carry the dead apprentice out into the center of the camp.

Dawnspirit followed the procession out into the dreary clearly, her paws sinking in the mud. Cats had slowly begun to trickle out of their dens at the sound of Blueflower's wailing, and they watched as Sableleaf set the body down next to the empty freshkill pile.

Blueflower stepped forward, her eyes surveying the clan. As she spoke, her voice remained calm, perhaps to not frighten her clanmates. "We will sit vigil for Frogpaw tonight."

Murmurs spread across the clan, cats nodding. However dead silence followed as Crookedstar stepped out from the crowd, his presence commanding and powerful. "No."

Dawnspirit froze. "What do you mean, no?" she hissed, her voice just loud enough for the leader to hear."

"I mean exactly what I said," he replied calmly. "We'll need all of our warriors well slept and ready for battle."

The rain had worsened and it pummeled down on Dawnspirit's thick fur with an angry force, which matched her fury. "How can you say that," she snarled, her azure eyes flashing. "He was just an apprentice, he deserves our respect!"

Crookedstar gazed at the young medicine cat with disdain, his whiskers twitching in faint annoyance. "I am the leader." His words were blunt and unfazed, sending ripples across Dawnspirit's spine. She opened her mouth to spat back, yet could not bring herself to reply.

With a curt nod, the tom padded away from the crowd, his expression cold and unfeeling. Blueflower turned and gazed at her friend with a grief filled look of disbelief.

However Dawnspirit hardly saw her, she simply saw the dead body of Frogpaw lying limply at the center of the camp, rejected, unwanted, unloved, with the rain trickling down his ashy pelt.

So does any know what Dawnspirit's dream was? I'll give you a hint, it has to do with the second book!

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