“Ashfur?” Fear tightened his throat as the tom turned around slowly, his face lit with an eerie light that seemed to shine from within. As his gaze reached Shadowsight, his heart seemed to burst, and dread engulfed him.

It was his own face staring down at him.

Every hair on his pelt seemed to shrill with horror, and as he flinched, something hit him, slamming into him hard—a huge, invisible paw that threw him backward so sharply his breath caught and darkness closed around him.

[...]

“Shadowsight!” Bristlefrost stared at the unconscious medicine cat. What had happened to him? He’d yowled and twitched as he lay in the clearing, but his eyes had remained closed, and now a gash had appeared on his side and was beginning to bleed.

“Wake up!” Rootspring grabbed him by the scruff and shook him. Shadowsight grunted but didn’t wake.

“What’s wrong with him?” Firestar crossed the clearing. Bristlefrost could still hardly believe that the ThunderClan leader had come. It felt unreal that the cat she’d heard so many stories about was here and ready to fight alongside them. He thrust his muzzle close to Shadowsight. “Why won’t he wake up?”

Mistystar pressed in next to him. “Is he having a vision?”

Rootspring let go of his scruff. “He was looking for Ashfur,” he explained as the others crowded around him, their pelts bristling with alarm. “They’ve got some kind of connection, and Shadowsight thought he might be able to track him down in a dream.”

“Wake up, Shadowsight.” Willowshine crouched close to the medicine cat and licked his cheek fiercely. “Come back to us.”

With a groan, Shadowsight blinked open his eyes.

A Light in the Mist, Chapters 14-15