Deepshadow tucked his face in his paws. 'How could I be so mousebrained? I've already muddled everything up,' he thought. 'I don't deserve to lead this prophecy. I'm just a mangy medicine cat with a disfigured paw and a knack for messing things up.' His eyes stung with salty tears as he continued to think despairing thoughts. Suddenly, a scent he knew and smelled -and a heat that itched his fur- sent a jolt of fear down his pelt. He leaped to his feet and turned around to see what side of him the scent was strongest at. Once he had turned fully to the right, his ears plastered to his head and his fur bristled, because he saw that the whole place was buried in amber glow. "Fire! Fire in the twoleg nest!" He screamed, and Midnightrain came running over to Deepshadow. Her anger with him was hidden by her terror. "Amberwing is in there!" Midnightrain cried, her blue eyes were wide with fear, her black fur looked almost orange in the light, and her little white spot on her chest was absolutely hidden by the bristle in her fur. What could they do? Although the fire stung his pelt with sticky smoke and heat, Deepshadow felt as if his blood would turn to ice. Suddenly, Deepshadow was shocked, though, when he saw a quick flash of pale orange fur zip into the twoleg nest- right before the entrance collapsed.
