Hi, I hope you enjoy this! This piece has nothing to do with the story, but then again, it does. And it's quite important, even though right now it's not.

Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors, Erin Hunter does :D

In her dream she was alone in the forest with nothing but the gentle breeze to keep her accompany. The sun seemed to have melted the snow and was now shinning down on her. Padding through the trees, she kept her nose in the air, smelling everything from the sweet scent of flowers to the dull, earthy smell of rocks. Throwing back her head, she welcomed the warmth. It felt good to feel alive and fresh. She couldn't believe on how much she was missing when being stuck inside the den. She never wanted to go back again!

Heading over to a nearby stream, she dipped a small paw in, shivering with pleasure and shock as the cold of the water went up her spine. She sighed loudly, the noise stirring some birds in their nests. "I wish I could stay here forever," she murmured, squinting her eyes as she stared up at the cloudless sky. "It's so beautiful."

She closed her eyes. Was this really a dream? If it was, she prayed to Starclan to never wake up again and let her stay in this wonderful place. How come she never dreamed of here before? It seems like a pity that she didn't. From now on, every time she closed her eyes, she'd end up here. She was sure of it. She opened her eyes again, blinking several times as the glowing light blinded her. She hoped she wouldn't really go blind. How could she become a warrior if she did?

Shaking her head, she licked her lips. She didn't realize how dry her mouth was. She crouched, bending her head over the cool water and brushed her whiskers against the surface. She quickly drew away, as it made her itch like fleas. Lowering her head back down, she lapped at the water, enjoying the fresh, cool liquid that moistured her tongue. It went down her throat like a slippery fish; speaking of fish, she could see a group of them swimming on the bottom. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. This is what Riverclan ate every day? She didn't think she could do that.

Moments seemed to pass until she was starting to realize the taste of the water was different than before. She recoiled away, scrambling to her paws and stared at her reflection in horror. Her breath was knocked away. Her head started to spin. What was this? Blood was seeping through her soft fur, dripping down her legs and slithered its way towards the stream like a snake. Sharp like thorns pierced her face and she found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move. Her paws were stuck in the thick, sticky blood that lay in puddles under her paws.

Opening her mouth she tried letting out a wail, terror coursing through her body, but the slimy blood was pouring out of her, making her suffocate. This is it, she was going to die and no one was here to save her. Her mother once told her that dying is like going to sleep; that it's peaceful. But, she wondered how this was peaceful at all. She felt the pain deep in her flesh, and the panic that was pounding in her veins as she drowned in her own blood. Everything she saw was red and nothing but that.

She couldn't believe she thought this place was gorgeous just seconds before. She should have noticed the tint of black in the leaves, the rotten smell beneath the ground, the sour taste of the water and the dead trees that surrounded her. How could she be so blind to the disguises? How could she-?

The blood was up to her neck now. She couldn't see anything as the darkness closed in on her. The red turned to black. It started to rain too. It was raining bones. They fell on her, burrowing her, and she just stood there, helpless, paws trapped so hard that they might not ever move again. She wanted to screech, to wail, to have Starclan take pity on her and let her join that sky. She looked up. The sky was now filled to the top with overflowing blood. It was over her head, passed the trees, even passed starclan itself.

She closed her eyes.

There she was again. In the same forest, the same one she was in before. She recognized the tress, the grass, and the rocks. She saw the stream that held the same fish at the bottom. She turned away. She limped over towards the brittle trees, watching as they started to spread out and become thinner. Peeping around the corner of a bush, she took in a deep breath as she saw hills and more hills. No streams and no blood. She flopped down, feel exhausted.

The grass was a startling, bright green and was bigger than her. It looked like it went on forever. She sniffed the refreshing air, hearing the soft thumps of rabbit's feet as they dashed across the meadow. Yellow flowers sprouted everywhere, and it tickled her nose when she sniffed one. She liked it here. Maybe she died and was sent here; it certainly was better and calm. She stared up at the watching sky.

Then she froze. She froze just like she did by the stream, and she knew it was coming. Something bad was going to happen and she couldn't move. Looking around, all she could see was the tall grass that blocked her view from seeing. Shadows seemed to be moving in front of her eyes, floating like wisps of smoke. She widened her eyes as they got closer and closer until she felt herself sinking through the ground.

Earth filled her mouth, choking her as everything got darker and darker. Grit fell into her eyes, and she could feel them watering as it stung. Every time she tried to breathe, it only resulted in sharp pain in her chest. She tried fighting it, she tried to do something, but she was as frozen as ice. When will this end?

She closed her eyes.

She was back in the place where it keeps starting. Looking one way, she saw the stream. Looking the other, she saw the endless hills and meadows. Raising her chin, she looked behind her. A dark, dense forest was there. She could hear the soft movement of prey and the crinkle of the leaves as something stepped on them. Would she be safer in there? She steeled herself, trying to reassure her beating heart that everything was going to be okay. It was a dream after all, right?

She took a step forward, trying to adjust her eyes as the light suddenly got darker then it was before. She noticed with a relief that there were no streams, no meadows or hills, and the sky was blocked by the branches that let little sun in.

Following a narrow path, she wondered if she should stop and get something to eat before she continued. Though she was sleeping, she was starting to get quite hungry. Tasting the air, she could smell squirrel. Swerving her head around, she pricked her ears, narrowing her eyes when she saw the little creature. Her mouth started to water as she breathed in the juicy, sweet scent. She instinctively knew what to do even though she never hunted before.

She crouched low to the ground, her eyes fixed on nothing but the plump squirrel. This was hers; all she needed to do now was to pounce on it. She bunched her muscles, preparing to leap on the squirrel and sink her teeth into its warm flesh. She screamed in pain.

Falling to the ground, she felt claws hooked into her fur and tossed her away. Above her stood an unrecognizable thing with its mushy, wrinkled face, dark beady eyes, and huge paws that were promising to kill her. Gulping, she closed her eyes, ready for her fate. A voice in her head whispered to her, but she couldn't make out the words.

She felt the claws once more, the sour breath on her face and the dizzy feeling inside her head.

She opened her eyes.

There it was again; the same old forest that keeps haunting her.

She closed her eyes shut.

And never did she open them again.

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