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"Roselight, has StarClan spoken to you?" Duskstar asks, and though his voice is calm and steady, his eyes tell a different story. They show the fear that everycat at the lake currently feels, the worry that his Clan may be hit next. "Have they given you a warning?"

The light ginger she-cat sits across from him, half hidden by the shadows that his small den creates. She has her eyes closed, ears flat to her head. Though she hasn't yet spoken, not once since he arrived back from the Gathering and announced the dreadful, terrible, horrible news, the fear scent coming off of her is obvious.

For a long time, she says nothing. Then she opens her eyes, clouded in thought, and gives a small nod.

"Perhaps they have, Duskstar." She whispers, and then she glances over her shoulder, as if expecting something to be there. In her mind, something is - something large and black and full of shadows, full of pain. Something that shouldn't be there. That shouldn't exist. "What if...What if the dream I had earlier spoke of this?"

"You said that dream didn't come from StarClan, Roselight!" Duskstar hisses, the fur along his neck bristling.

And, yes, that is what the she-cat had said earlier. That it couldn't have come from StarClan, because that was a place no star had ever touched. That was a place of disbelief, of betrayel, and of a pain unspeakable measures.

It was Fear, simple as that.

"I know that I did." Roselight says, and her voice is soft and her words slow, but they seem far too loud in the near-empty den all the same. "But what if I was wrong?"

Another lapse of silence. Then Duskstar gives a slow nod, amber eyes all but begging her to continue. He'll take any sort of comfort right then, any sort of sign that StarClan has not abandoned them to this disease.

"The blizzard races across the water, fleeing from the fallen as the wind of the sea tears into the hearts filled with evil, silencing them for all eternity. Without the wind, all is lost." Roselight murmurs, and in her mind she can once more hear that abhorred screeching that had filled her dream-forest. Against her will, the light ginger fur along her spine rises and she hunkers down against the cool ground, claws digging into the earth beneath her. "That's what I was told."

She refuses to think about the rest, about that lost, lost voice that had interrupted the prophecy.

She refuses to mention it.

She refuses to think about it.

So she doesn't, and the anger of the shadow-beast that isn't really there is almost palpable in the air.

"The blizzard, that might be the Snow Rot. It comes from a land across water...Fleeing from something?" Duskstar asks, tilting his head in slight confusion.

"Maybe...And then the wind of the sea, that could be referencing the cure. Without the wind, all is lost." Roselight meows, and she glances nervously at the lurking shadow.

It is silent, so very silent.

"What sort of wind could be a cure?" Duskstar demands, and now anger is creeping into his words. He pushes himself to his paws, dark grey tail flicking angrily. "What are we supposed to be looking for?"

"I don't know." Roselight answers, once more closing her eyes. Blocking out the thing in the den. "But it has to do with water. It has to be near water."

Silence. A brisk nod from Duskstar, ears flicking slightly in dismissal. "I need to think things over, Roselight. Tomorrow, you can go to WindClan. Speak to their medicine cat and see what you can find out."

"Of course." Roselight meows, and then she backs out of the den, refusing to show her back to the shapeless creature that hovers in the far corner of the den.

That night, she sleeps in the warriors den. No one questions her as to why.