I felt cold. Gradually, my pelt grew hot. Pressure and heat clawed at me. I was on fire. I felt it was the end. Claws picked me up and pressure squeezed me. Then, I fell. I hit the ground. I couldn't move.

Bluestar stood in front of me as I opened my eyes. "This is a warning, Rabbitstorm. Next time, you won't be given a second chance. It will only cause you more pain. Remember the prophecy!" she spat.

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I woke up in the fern tunnel. The pain and weakness still clung to me. Mintpaw walked out of the medicine cat's den with lavender in her mouth. Her eyes were coated in sorrow. When she saw me, she dropped them. She stammered, "You...you....." she gulped. "You were dead." I was confused. When I tried to get up, I tripped and fell. "Skyfern!" Mintpaw called. They tried supporting me by pressing their pelts against mine, until they gave up and carried me instead. I felt embarrassed that a warrior had to be carried back to their nest.

"You've been asleep for at least a moon," Mintpaw began. "Your siblings, Birdpaw, and I have received our full names. I am now Mintfang. When I got back from the Moonstone, you were so cold! This morning you burned up. Death scent rose up from your pelt. Mossstar has been neglecting his duties, and your father has asked Thornpelt to take over his duties. Your siblings have hardly slept at all, and Birdfeather hasn't eaten. They'll be so happy." As she trailed off, my eyes began to feel heavy, and I fell asleep.