"His lips opened up to reveal his sharp fangs, the beginning of a snarl. The hostile shecat narrowed her eyes and hissed before he could." The winds are north, and the ground is south. The water is running, and the clouds are cotton. Three apprentices face a familiar event in the past, but not even StarClan can help them. One discovers the fate of their Clan and can't handle the terrifying consequences. What will happen next?