Ash sat down, glancing at the clearing. She stiffened when she heard yowling. No, this can't be happening. We can't lose Red to the Stars. The tribe needs her. It was too late. The healer, Lark of the Flying Bird padded out with her head down. Behind her was Thistle of the Hawthorn Bush, Red's mate. "She's gone. She's gone!" Thistle collapsed on the ground wailing. Ash, leaped down from the Star Rock. Immediately, everyone crouched down in front of her. Lark padded over to Ash, and knelt down low. Ash flicked her tail, a signal that Lark could speak. Ash's eyes blazed madly, "What did you say?"