I'm asleep in the warriors den, in deep sleep, having a dream that's disturbing me but comforting me at the same time. In my dream, I'm trailing around in Starclan hunting grounds, which is strange in itself, because warriors rarely get dreams like this.
A familiar scent hits my nose. "Hollyleaf? Is that you?" I know it probably isn't, but it smells just like her. She is - or, was at least - half Windclan. We even have the same father.
No, it must not have been her. I begin to pad away, to just chase rabbits. But wait. Now there's a rustling in the gorse. Then, she emerges. "Hollyleaf! I'm so sorry! I never should've sided with the Dark Forest cats. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be dead! Will you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. You simlpy did what you thought would bring you gain." she replied to me, her expression completely unreadable.
"But of course there is! Your death is my fault! If I hadn't sided with them, I could've helped you fight Hawkfrost." I'm weak and I can't hardly stand on my own. My voice is trembleing and I don't think I can keep myself from yowling my troubles for the entirety of Starclan to hear me.
She walks over to my side, and leans against my shoulder. "Breezepelt, if I hated you for what happened, do you think I would've come and found you? Would I have even let you come here, to Starclan's sacred hunting grounds? I've seen how you've struggled with all this in the last two and a half moons, and you've been so brave, but hiding your emotions from all your clanmates isn't good for you. Tell someone, even if it's just an old, frail elder. It will make you feel better. I promise you."
The look on her face shows such love, it makes my heart ache. Burying my face in the fur on her neck drinking in her scent, I begin to cry. "Oh, Hollyleaf. If you hadn't died, you could've moved to Windclan, and we could've had kits! We could've raised a family!"
Now she's licking my shoulder, and I look down at my feet. I'm now realizing that where my paws should be, I'm seeing the grass on the moor. "Hollyleaf, what's happening to me?"
"You're waking up. Visit me tomorrow. I'll let you come back. Don't forget!" That's the last thing I hear before I'm being shaken awake by Whitetail. All that I can do is wait for a chance to curl up in my nest again to meet with Hollyleaf.