TBC02 - The Silent Thaw

Prologue
Bramblestar shivered as wind whipped snow
from the frozen moor and stung his muzzle. He was as
cold as the air around him, but he hardly noticed. His
gaze was fixed on the body lying in the shelter of a
cave carved from the snow. That’s me. The thought
seemed no more than a distant yowl. He was numb
with shock. I died. The fever that had ravaged his
body for days and days had finally claimed one of the
nine lives he, as ThunderClan’s leader, had been
granted by StarClan.
Outside the cave, Jayfeather was glancing
nervously at Puddleshine while Alderheart stared
hollow-eyed at Bramblestar’s body. He saw me die.
Bramblestar watched his son tremble and wished he
could comfort him. Shadowpaw and Tigerstar shifted
anxiously beside Dovewing. They’re waiting for me
to wake up. Bramblestar glanced across the bleak,
white moor, remembering vaguely that his Clanmates
had brought him here while he’d still been alive in the
hope that the bitter cold would cure his fever. How
long would it take for him to begin his next life? He