Brokenstar and Jayfeather

Relieved, Jayfeather welcomed back his blindness.
Then something flashed at the edge of his vision.
I’m not blind! I’m still dreaming!
Shapes moved around him. Trees towered on every side. Darkness clung to everything.
“You won’t see us coming,” a voice whispered in his ear.
Jayfeather jerked away. A pelt brushed against him from the other side. Terrified, he turned, trying to see who was there. But the shapes kept moving, too dark to make out.
A growl sounded behind him. “Your death will come slowly and painfully.”
Jayfeather spun around, straining his eyes into the trees.
“There is nothing you can do to prevent it.”
I know that voice! He tasted the air, the scent curling his tongue. He’d met this cat before, in the Dark Forest with Yellowfang. “Brokenstar?”
A shadow froze in front of him. Amber eyes gleamed from the darkness. Jayfeather jumped backward.
 “Scared yet?” Brokenstar taunted.