Jay struggled to breathe. She hurt. Her ribs were all achy and sore as she lay on the wet grass. They had travelled for days and she had managed fine. But now as she panted in the fresh morning’s air she didn’t know if she could face another day of walking. “Of thank StarClan,” came another voice. “I thought something terrible had happened.” Jay gulped in air and tried to recognize the voices. Concern? Jay blinked. She could feel his amber eyes scorching her. “Are you sure?” Rowanberry asked uncertainly. “I mean you look...” “Hello,” Larkkit mewed softly. (“Who’s Bramble?”) It doesn’t matter.