Oakshade awoke in a peaceful glade, trees spiraling above him. Cats from all clans talked and walked about, kits and elders and medicine cats and leaders. Oakshade spotted a light brown she-cat walking with another gray tom, and he gasped. "Mousepaw!" He rushed forward, but an invisible barrier blocked him. Mousepaw didn't even turn her head, and Oakshade watched helplessly as his sister walked away with the gray tom, whom he now recognized as Stormpaw from Dawnclan.
      Oakshade sat back on his haunches, surveying the scene. He knew now that he was to watch, and not act. Suddenly the sunny sky grew dark, and lightning flashed. The cats in the clearing looked up fearfully at the sun, now obscured by a heavy gray cloud. Shapes rustled in the ferns, which now looked withered and gray. Paws thundered on the ground, but no cat showed itself.
     Suddenly Mousepaw cried out, and she fell to the ground, no apparent cat to have hurt her. Horrified, Oakshade watched as more cats fell around the clearing, washing the dark grass with blood.
     "The blood shall rise, blinding our eyes, and only a swans leaf-bare can stop it." Oakshade whirled around, facing a skinny black tom with wild yellow eyes. "Tell them!" He hissed, his fur fluffed up. "Tell them before... Before it is too late!"
      "What? What? Come back! What does this mean? Will it happen to Stormclan?" Oakshade wailed, attempting to snag the black cat with his claws. "Tell me!" But the black tom only faded away in a mist of stars in response.
       Oakshade's vision dimmed, and he let out one more feeble cry. "Come back! I..."
       He woke up in a frosted forest, snow under his paws. Icicles hung from branches, tipped with frost. Clouds obscured the sky. Fascinated, Oakshade stepped into the snow under his feet. He looked down, and stumbled back, terrified.                  
       Blood seeped through the snow, staining the floor, the trees, the icicles. The sky glowed blood red, and the clouds massed inti a giant bloody cloud. Oakshade seemed to be rooted to the ground, frightened. Suddenly the frost from the trees exploded from their red binds, and the snow lifted up, away from the russet dye. They crept up the sky, renewing the sky into blue and white. The ground smoothed back into regular, beautiful white, and the snow dissolved under Oakshade's paws, sending him sailing into the darkness.