✣ It’s newleaf, but it doesn’t feel like it to the cats of the Ættir á firðnum.

The Clans are made of warriors who are trained to be at their best at all times — always alert and ready for anything. And yet, they keep seeing and smelling and hearing things that aren’t really there at all; whiffs of a familiar scent here, the sound of a Clanmate’s voice there, the sight of a loved one’s pelt over there…

When Snakesong of FrostClan finally gets a clear view of his mother, looking terrified, the Clans go to the Oracles. With the changes occurring in LeafClan's territory, RookClan continuing to ask for all the Clans to unite under one banner, and whispers beginning to spread about FrostClan’s new leader, Grovestar, only one thing is clear:

The dead are walking.