A/N: Well, here's my first fan fiction..ever, really. I'm a little new to writing but..Here goes.
"Owowow! I asked you to pull the thorn out, not my paw!" Silentpaw wailed.
"Oh, hush. It'll be over in just a second...There!" Wildfur mewed triumphantly through clenched teeth as the thorn finally gave way. He spit it out to the side, then applied the dock poultice he had prepared. "You're done."
"Oh, finally...Thanks, Wildfur." Silentpaw said, glancing at his paw.
"You're welcome. Just go easy, watch where you step. Now get off to bed, it's getting late." Wildfur mewed, putting the rest of his herbs away in his storage area.
"Right. See ya!" Silentpaw called as he bounded out of the den.
Wildfur sighed and curled up, figuring it was about his bedtime too. He softly closed his eyes and let himself drift off.
In his dream, he could hear murmuring among many cats, but he couldn't make out any words. All he could see were trees that stretched seemingly forever in every direction. The murmuring got louder, and louder. Wildfur stepped back, trying to figure out what it was when suddenly a cat jumped from a tree, claws unsheathed and--
Wildfur awoke with a start, neck fur bristling. He hadn't had a dream like that in moons, and he couldn't find out why he had one now.
He stepped out of his den into the dark moonlit clearing. He looked up at the moon, shining high in the sky. Today had been a rather uneventful day, save his nightmare, and yet the medicine cat couldn't shake the foreboding feeling from his pelt since he'd woken up.
"Something's not right..." He murmured to himself. "Something is going to happen to the Clans..."
As he watched the sky above him, a single shooting star streaked across. But instead of a feeling of hope and wishes come true, Wildfur only felt a shiver run through him. All he knew was that they didn't have much time. The question was, time for what? The forest was seemingly peaceful, all the Clans in harmony at this time. So what could be coming?
He shivered as he thought of the possibilities.
Shaking his head, he took one last glance at the moon before slowly padding back to his den and curling up to a sleep that would be filled with more nightmares.