"Appledusk!" Mapleshade screeched. The tom she'd once loved cast a baleful look in her direction, his pale fur slicked against his taut muscles by the cold river water. Darkstar fixed her steely eyes on the panicked tortoiseshell and flicked one claw toward the border. "Go!" Everyone was turning on her! Mapleshade felt as if the walls of Twoleg houses were closing in on her, trapping her with her demons. She lashed out-
She inhaled sharply. It was a dream. It was all a dream. But what was that faint figure weaving through the sick, gnarled trees? She leaned forward, eyes narrowed, and the cat turned. It wasn't a Dark Forest cat; it wasn't marked with the telltale glow of black and red. It wasn't a StarClan cat, as it didn't have stars in its fur. It was blurry as a mirage. Mapleshade went cross-eyed trying to identify it but caught a glimpse of a silver pelt at long last.
Her heart seemed to stop in her chest.
Was that... Bristlefrost?