Everyone knows about how Squirrelflight broke up with Ashfur. But lately, Squirrelflight has been having odd dreams. Are they really just dreams? Or something more?
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"Squirrelflight, I'm sorry for everything-"Brambleclaw began. Squirrelflight swept her tail-tip across his mouth.
"It's too late to apologize, Brambleclaw. I love Ashfur…not you." She strolled away to fetch water for the elders.
"But-" Was all she heard. She was already too far into the distance to hear what he had to say. Picking up speed, she ran toward the lake, not once looking back at the brokenhearted warrior.
Squirrelflight pads into camp, water-soaked moss in her mouth. She stares at Brambleclaw before snapping her gaze away. She turns to walk into the elder's den, but the image of him, staring back, is burned into her memory.
"Squirrelflight? Squirrelflight, are you okay?"
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Squirrelflight's eyes snapped open. Brambleclaw's amber eyes were filled with concern.
"You were breathing really heavily. And your claws were unsheathed. Did you have a nightmare?" She blinked in surprise. It was just a dream?
"Umm, yeah. I think that's it." She got up and stretched. "Is it alright if I go out for a bit?"
"I guess."
"Thanks." Maybe some fresh air would do her some good. She darts out of camp almost immediately, not stopping until she got to the halfbridge. She looked out into the lake, gazing upon Silverpelt's reflection. It must have been a dream. But then, why did it feel so real?
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I know it's really short, but what did you think? Please R&R!