The only true borders lie between day and night, between life and death, between hope and loss.

I'm going to die whatever you do, but I'm not afraid.

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws."Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?"Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface.

But Red's blood kept gushing out. Her fur turned as scarlet as the sunrise behind them, as if her life were bleeding into the sky.