Bristlefrost plunged into the Moonpool, feeling cold water seeping through her fur. She ignored the stabbing pains in her chest, and sank toward the bottom. She propelled herself toward the surface, gasping. Her sleek gray head broke the surface of the Moonpool. Instead of the stone hollow with the Clans gathered around them, she saw dark, musty woods with a starless black sky peeking out from between the branches. "We're here." Shadowsight's voice was exhausted and hollow. He lifted his head. "Bristlefrost? You good?" "Yeah," she lied. Inwardly, she was shaking with terror.
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