Shadestorm shifted, trying to get comfortable. It felt like she was laying on every stick and stone in the forest, but when she got up, all she felt beneath her paws was soft grass. She closed her eyes, but couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

She woke to the sound of yowling. Standing up, she darted to the edge of the bush she'd been sleeping in and saw an awful, bloodstained scene outside.

Dawnpaw and Driftpaw were both unconscious, collapsed next to each other on the ground, and Nightpaw was struggling to defend a collapsed Birchbranch from a huge badger. As Shadestorm watched, the badger knocked the apprentice aside and clamped strong jaws down on Birchbranch's leg. 

Without realizing what she was doing, Shadestorm launched herself at the badger, latching onto it's throat, hissing and growling. It snorted and brought it's jaws down on her neck. With her last conscious thought, Shadestorm slashed her paw across the creatures throat and watched it fall to the ground before slipping away into darkness.