Bramblekit ran around the clearing, away from the kit that was chasing him. Just as he was about to make it to base, he bumped into Fireheart's leg. And said cat split into several different kits.

One Fireheart- kit?- blinked. "What happened?" he whimpered. "Where'd everyone go? Princess? Insert name of Rusty's mother here?" He started to cry. Another kit looked at the weeping one scornfully. "What are you crying for? We're free! It's not like we need her." He licked a paw. "Besides, we're supposed to be one cat."

Another kit was bouncing up and down in excitement. "Yipee! Let's go hunting! I'm going to catch the biggest Clan leader in the forest!" He bounded out the camp entrance but ran back in a moment later. "There's a mouse! A mooouse! Save me! I'm going to die!"

A she-Firekit sniffed loftily. "Well, while you run around like voles with your heads cut off, I think I'm going to take a nap. Wimp, groom my fur while I sleep." The kit who had been crying for its family nodded and followed the arrogant she-kit to the nursery.

The biggest kit smiled, even though cats technically can't smile, and walked into the midst of the cats. "I think we're all friends!"

The other kits shuddered, hiding behind one another. Except for one.

"Hey, you shouldn't bully kits like that, it's not nice!"

The large kit's smile faded. "Bullying? I did no such thing. Fireheart is too noble for that." The smile returned, but this time the kit simply went to smell the flowers. Literally.

Bramblekit and a number of others just watched the scene in bewilderment.

What had happened to Fireheart?

When everyone woke up the next morning, Fireheart was one cat again. They were ready to pass it off as a dream, until Bramblekit bumped into someone else . . .