Racing through the grasslands, with Ryan just behind me, I could practically feel every second of time that passed slipping away. Time that could mean it would be too late. Shaking my head, I forced my mind away from that thought. Away from the image of a sick and broken Fuzzears lying curled up in her nest, awaiting one thing that only I could bring her. Redemption with her son. Blackheart. But he had to. Surely he would recognize how important this was? "Where do we go here?" I panted at Ryan; I had no clue how to navigate the terrain outside the SpringClan border. "There is a reason." "I know."