Fiver had been on edge since the incident. The unnatural way that Thistle had gotten up with minimal injuries worried him. He knew that death was what it was the ending, the final curtain, something that couldn't be reversed. Yet somehow one little kit managed to do it!

Fiver was outside the warren trying to clear his head. Bigwig came out of one of the holes and greeted him. Fiver greeted Bigwig back.

"Nice weather we're having! Aye, Fiver?" Bigwig asked cheerfully.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Fiver responded, studying the sky

"You know Bigwig, have you noticed a light fog recently"

Fiver was right about his observation. Only minutes after Speedwell had had his "nightmare" the fog came down. It was only a light mist that washed out the landscape, barely noticeable, yet is was there nonetheless.

"Now that you mention it, I do" Bigwig exclaimed.

There was an awkward pause.

Bigwig suddenly said in a hushed voice, "what was with you going mad yesterday? You seemed distressed,"

"It's just I had this feeling." Fiver started.

"Yes, you had a feeling. Was it good? Was it bad Fiver? I can't go off with the information that you "had a feeling","

"I don't know; it's not good or bad, it's, uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Bigwig asked, perplexed as to what that meant.

"Yes. Not comfortable Bigwig. Even the fog today is worrying. You remember the last time there was fog?"

Bigwig plundered this thought.

"Oh, yes I removed now. So you're saying that this fog is bad?"

"My brother dying was devastating to me! Do you know how much he meant to me? He was there when I was hurt, he even helped me find my first mate! And then the fog comes one day, and then he's gone with the wind!"

"Death is a part of life Fiver! I don't think just because the sky is a little fuzzier, that means we have to run and clings onto our lives!"

"If only you had the same feelings as me," Fiver grumbled. "Then you would understand."

"Well I would love to stay and talk Fiver, but I've got to go. Blackberry-rah insisted that I start training the younger fellows about defense, you should come over and watch." Bigwig offered. Fiverr denied his request and stated that he was heading over to strawberry to asks a few questions.

Fiver crawled through the winding tunnels of the warren, taking great care not to hit his head on any of the overhanging roots. Suddenly Fiver ran into a rabbit.

"Sorry! Sorry!" The rabbit said.

Fiver recognized the voice.

"Strawberry! What are you doing inside?"

"I-uh overslept sir," Strawberry responded, a bit of embarrassment in his voice.

"None of that sir nonsense! Strawberry I'm still the same Fiver you know and love. Even if I am 'the warrens prophet'" Fiver teased.

Strawberry chuckled a bit.

"Okay 'oh wise one', why are you down here?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Strawberry."

"Well, you're looking right at him!"

"Not you." Fiver corrected, "the other strawberry,"

"Oh. Well, I think I saw her near the clinical burrows."

"Thank you, Strawberry."

"You're welcome Fiver."

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Fiver headed over to the clinical burrows.

The air smelled of several different types of herbs and plants; vegetation was collected into neat little piles in one of the burrows; the rest were empty. Fiver found Strawberry cleaning up the scraps of vegetation.

"Strawberry?"

Strawberry jumped in surprise.

"Whoa! Fiver! I didn't know you were there!" She laughed.

Fiver half-heartedly laughed with her.

"Listen. Strawberry. I have a few questions for you," Fiver said sternly.

Her ears dropped slightly.

"You're not in trouble," he reassured. She seemed to relax a little.

"Well, what is it Fiver?" She prodded.

"You were fixing up this youngling right? His name was Thistle I believe?"

"Yes you're right," Strawberry said with an air of unease. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I just want to know, what injuries did he sustain?"

She jogged her memory.

"He only had a broken leg and a sore neck, along with other cuts and bruises, but nothing life-threatening. If you ask me, it's a miracle he's alive!" Strawberry chuckled.

"Yes. I suppose you could call It that," Fiver said to himself.

"Hey! While you're here, do you want to help me clean up this mess? I would love it if you did!"

Fiver hesitated for a second, then finally said yes.

"Thank you Fiver, I knew I could count on you," strawberry said enthusiastically.

Fiver picked up some herbs and set to work.

Strawberry thanked Fiver for his help and set back outside to enjoy the rest of the day, and Fiver went his separate way and ended up on the opposite side of the warren, where the sun was beginning to set in the west. The sky was different hues of reds and yellows. The fog was still there, and it had even thickened slightly. Speedwell ran up to Fiver.

Speedwell told Fiver about the dream he had earlier that day. Fiver listened to every bit of his story with intent, all the while a feeling of dread developed. Why would Seedwell have such a dream when it was Fiver, the warren prophet, who would have such visions. It didn't make sense to him.

Fiver told Speedwell that all would be fine. Speedwell sighed with relief and head into the warren to get some rest.

Fiver looked back at the sinking sun, it seemed to taunt him.

"Why won't you speak to me?" He asked the sun, "Why have you suddenly gone so quiet?" But the sun did not respond.