From here, she could feel heat coming off of Bramblestar’s body, startling against the leaf-bare chill of the den. “He’s burning up,” she meowed.
The ThunderClan leader abruptly raised his head toward her, his eyes blazing. Spotfur flinched backward. “Why are you here?” he asked, his voice unusually rough.
“I brought you some fresh-kill,” she told him, glancing toward Alderheart.
Bramblestar blinked. “Is that poisoned prey?”
Spotfur bristled in surprise. “What? Of course not!”
“Bramblestar,” Alderheart began soothingly, but Bramblestar cut him off with a growl. Spotfur felt sick and horrified at the suggestion.
“Prove it,” Bramblestar demanded. “Taste the prey.”
Confused, Spotfur looked at Alderheart again. “Do it,” the medicine cat urged. “He needs nourishment to fight this sickness.”
Spotfur dipped her head and took a small bite of the vole, warm blood spreading over her tongue. “It’s good,” she meowed when she’d finished, and pushed it toward Bramblestar.
Bramblestar shook his head, his eyes blurred with confusion. “Spotfur?” he meowed. “I’m sorry . . . I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel like . . .” He paused. “I keep forgetting where I am.” He looked lost.

Spotfur's Rebellion, Chapter 5