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Swift, silent paw steps travelled throughout the depths of the forest. A pair of ginger ears pricked forward, a white muzzle twitched. Golden green eyes flashed in the darkness, and the mottled tortoiseshell and white pelt of a she-cat melted into the undergrowth. The moonlit ferns danced in the night as she travelled alone, searching.

A twig snapped. The she-cat whipped around, her ears held up like satellite dishes. A silhouette moved by her, tinged with silver. "Who are you?" the she-cat called out, turning around in circles. She jumped when the figure appeared in front of her – a large Tom.

"Come with me" he hissed, whisking away into the undergrowth. The she-cat scented the air – she could smell nothing. Was she hallucinating? She shook herself as familiar voices echoed in her head…

"Tigress!" the voice of a Twoleg awoke the she-cat from her dreams. She yawned and mewed in irritation. Her stomach growled, and the all-too-familiar shake of the box of dry food soon followed.

Tigress leaped down from the dining chair she slept on and crept along the black rug that covered the glossy wooden floor of her Twoleg's nest. She groggily approached her red, plastic food dish and peered inside, eyeing the contents with slight disinterest. Ugh, the same thing every day! Bland, tasteless morsels – I may as well eat seeds! Tigress thought as she dug into the dry crunching balls of unnatural flavours.

She managed a third of what had been provided and stepped away, licking her lips. She shook her fur out and stalked away from her feeding area, her tail held up in a casual question mark shape.

The sleepy she-cat slipped behind a set of blinds and peered outside, watching as the rain began to fall. The colours of the outside world gradually became crystal-clear and vibrant as the skies grew covered with dark, angry clouds dampening the world with their frustrated tears. Everything in contrast to it was eerily beautiful.

Each drop of rain pounded every exposed surface in sight, pelting the glass windows with small, hollow thuds. Tigress sat on her haunches and lowered herself into a laying position, her eyes closed. Tigress lowered her head over her white paws as she was lulled to sleep by the beauty of Nature's rhythmic percussion.

Rain danced across her pelt, filling Tigress's body with tingles of cold dampness. A lush, dense forest opened up around her, the occasional drops of rain managing to get through the protection of the foliage above. She blinked twice, opening her mouth to scent the area. All was strange, wild and untamed. She closed her mouth and was surprised as the Tom she saw in her previous dream materialised in front of her.

"Come with me, to the Clan! Where the thunder strikes and the cats rise from the depths of the forest, from the deep ravine they call home…" his words seemed to come from all around her.

Lightning flashed, revealing his dark ginger pelt. He stared into her with his deep, green eyes. He seemed to see right through her.

"Join ThunderClan, you're the only one who can save us!" his voice was all that she noticed as the imaginary world around her disappeared…

The monotonous hum of a vacuum cleaner brought Tigress to her paws. She was alert within seconds and sped off down the hall, away from the loud and distressing cry of one of the Twolegs' many machines.

She came to a stop at the front of the house and bounded up onto the arm of a couch, placing herself gracefully near the edge. The Tom's voice still echoed in her head. Join ThunderClan, you're the only one who can save us!

Tigress had never heard of such a thing as ThunderClan – perhaps it could be the name of one of the Clans that the neighbourhood cats gossiped about. Apparently one of them had chosen to live the life of a Clan cat and nearly killed one of them. She shuddered at the horrifying images in her mind. What good would I be in a Clan of bone-eating murderers? She thought.

But the Tom that she had dreamt of didn't seem anything like that. He had certain gentleness and wise about him, like a cat meant to lead. Perhaps he is the deputy of the Clan?

Why were the Cats of the Stars giving her dreams? Were they even dreams given by them? Tigress shook the thoughts away, for she didn't believe a kittypet such as her would be worthy of such things…

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