It had been three days since her capture. Three days since SunClan lost to the Regime, and three days since Limavady betrayed his home, the group that his mother had led for such a long time.

    For three days, Foxstar had been silent. She'd refused to speak to anyone, simply sitting and praying, or sleeping, refusing to eat, though she did drink water. But on the dawn of the fourth day, if it could really be called as such when you couldn't tell one hour from the next without the light of the sun, the air seemed to change. The High Priestess pulled the prey the Mercenaries threw to them close, inspecting and sniffing it a moment to ensure it wasn't poisoned before she bowed her head for the morning prayer. "Oh Sun, Great Protector of SunClan, as you rise, you bestow light upon your Chosen, bringing life and strength to the Clan and the cats within. Shine upon us today as we carry out your will, and continue to guide our steps, that we may never lose sight of you." The fox-hearted leader whispered, speaking the words she'd spoken hundreds of times now. Each day she'd said them, the words seeming to fill their prison with the Sun's warmth, as though the deity hadn't forgotten about her, even deep beneath the earth.

    Today, however, there was something more dangerous that accompanied her voice. The heat seemed to crank up to ten, invisible, blistering fire swirling wherever the prayer touched, the world holding it's breath as it waited for her to finish. And when at last she fell silent, taking a slow bite of the mouse between her paws, there seemed to be a buzz in the air where the heat had seemed to be but a moment before. Something was coming, and should one look closely at the Priestess' face, they might realize she knew exactly what it was.