The elders stooped to take up their burden, but before they could touch it,  a  faint  ripple  passed  through  Bramblestar’s  body.  Bristlefrost  gasped, hardly able to believe what she had seen. I’m so tired... . I must be seeing things.
But around her, all her Clanmates were staring too. At first Bristlefrost could see they shared her disbelief; then, after a moment, they began to look at each other, a gleam of hope kindling in their eyes. “Did you see that?” some cat muttered.
“It... it could just be his body settling,” Alderheart stammered.
Another  ripple,  stronger  this  time,  passed  through  Bramblestar. Bristlefrost crouched, frozen, hardly daring to breathe. Some cat whispered, “This can’t be...”
Bramblestar  blinked  and  raised  his  head,  his  eyes  vacant.  After  a moment he rolled onto his belly, and as he turned his head to gaze at his transfixed Clan, his eyes gradually focused. After a few more heartbeats, he rose slowly to his paws.
Every cat stared at him, stunned by what they were witnessing. Some of them backed away in alarm and confusion, while others took a wary step toward him, as if he were a predator who might lash out at them without warning.
“What’s happening?” Sparkpelt whispered.
After a moment Bramblestar stretched out his forepaws and arched his back in a long stretch, as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep. It wasn’t death, Bristlefrost realized. He looked healthier, too, not so emaciated, and his fur seemed to grow fuller, more sleek, as Bristlefrost watched.

Lost Stars, Chapter 22