Tatteredpaw blinked awake. Where am I? She wondered, scrambling to her paws. The terrible, agonizing pain she'd felt during the fires were gone, and so were all her injuries. For a moment, she thought the fires were just a dream, but no, the pain had felt so real. So how could they be a dream? She looked around, seeing other cats. Many of them she didn't recognize, they seemed to all be of each Clan.
Then she noticed that they seemed to have stars in their fur, and she suddenly knew where she was. Oh StarClan no! It wasn't my time! I never even became a warrior! What about Tigerblaze? I hope he's alright.... He'll find a new apprentice.... She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be back in ThunderClan with her mentor, becoming a warrior. Now, her hopes of becoming a warrior were gone. She was dead. The half hairless black molly with silver flecked fur looked down at her own fur, and saw that stars now shone in her fur, too.
She looked up with round coppery hues and Sighed.
This was were she was going to live now. She had to accept that.