What was this?

He felt the yowls and shrieks of battle, it was a lot of cats against another, hissing and spitting at eachother, furs bristling, tails lashing, leaping and rolling.

Everywhere, the place was a mess. He quickly realized this was ThunderClan camp- What was going on?

He quickly realized, the scent... Of ShadowClan. Why were they here? Why were they attacking ThunderClan?

His eyes traveled to the Medicine Den, Why? He was worried. About Spottedleaf more than any other clan-cat, his green eyes were filled with fear. SpottedLeaf confronted a heavily built, scarred brown tom.

Clawface!

That was the name of the brown tom that the elders have been talking about! He felt a burst of speed from his paws, he leapt to help. But was too late...

There, SpottedLeaf lay.

Not breathing. Not moving. No expression on her face, other than the light of death.

Fireheart...

The beautiful tortoiseshell, slender she-cat slipped from the shadows... Such painful eyes... Those beautiful pale amber eyes looked so sorrowful.

Fire...star...

Her words seemed to fade... Far away... He felt himself stretching out his paws, "No! No! Spottedleaf! Don't leave me!" He wanted to yowl desperately. But nothing came out of his open jaws, not a sound.

Firestar...If I still lived... Will it end up... Like this?

He felt pain rip him apart, Spottedleaf was still in his sight... But vanishing... Her figure was dissapearing.

Spottedleaf! Wait! Wait! Please wait!

Firepaw's eyes snapped open, his breathing was rough, his heart beated hard against his chest. He couldn't calm down.

What did I see?

He wondered, SpottedLeaf's dying face...

Was this a message from StarClan to tell him to stay away from her?

His paws tingled, his legs were shaking.

What dream was that?

Fear implanted in him,

Will Spottedleaf really die? Because of me?

Firepaw picked out a plump vole and padded into the medicine den, there Spottedleaf settled with Yellowfang out collecting herbs.

"Uh..."

Spottedleaf didn't look at him, she looked deep in thought,

"Hi...Spottedleaf." He mewed quietly,

The tortoiseshell's pale amber eyes regained it's light again,

"Oh, Hello Firepaw." She meowed warmly, "Are you injured?"

"N-No. I thought you might be hungry." He dropped the plump vole at her paws,

"Thank you." Spottedleaf purred, "I was very hungry- Is there something you want to tell me about?"

Firepaw's eyes grew frantic-

Should I tell her or not?

Spottedleaf could tell something was going on, "Yes Firepaw?"

"N-No, I just had a nightmare." Firepaw muttered hoarsely, "That's all."

Spottedleaf tilted her head, confused.
"Are you sure?"

I had a dream that you died!

But he couldn't say that.

He shook his head, "I'm fine."

He spun around and trotted out of the medicine den, growing worried. He couldn't tell Spottedleaf.

Whatever happens, he will protect her.