"I am the regal warrior, as regal as them all. If you look closely, I am short, mmedium, and tall. If you ask me to be gray, I am white. Opposites never see the light. So come, cats of all aages. Never be scared of the night, even if it traps you in all it's cages. YYou, curious one, can come and turn the pages. DonnedPaw woke up shaking. She was the only apprentice in the apprentice den, much less in camp. She had volunteered to stay so that new apprentices could go. A good thing that was, because if her brother and sister saw her shaking, they'd take her to the medicine den. She hated it there. Maybe the smell of herbs...Who'd she get that from? DonnedPaw flinched. May. She'd gotten it from her mother, May. May had been in a band of (nice) rouges, many whom had once been kittypets. (May was a kittypet.) Among them was Delilah. Oh, how unfair it had been...Delilah and May had fallen in love with HurricaneClan toms. May fell in love with DonnedPaw's father, BraveHeart. Delilah fell in love with September (who was in the rogue group) and SilentKit's (who was in HurricaneClan) father, ApplePelt. May had been killed for falling in love (and mothering kits) with BraveHeart. Delilah was ignored by the clan. She stuttered. May stuttered. May called me her curious kit. May was pure white, with some gray. She seemed to be all sorts of heights. She was a warrior until she was taken to be a kittypet, then a rogue. In her time as a kittypet, she hardly ever saw the light. And it all fell into place. May was the cat that had spoken to her in the dream. May had tried to tell her something. Right when she figured it out, her brother and sister were brought to the medicine den, shaking. They were followed by most of HurricaneClan. After a while, the medicine cat, FeltSong, announced there was nothing wrong with them. The rest of the apprentices padded into their nest and curled up, all but her littermates. (Who shared a nest with her) They climbed in beside her, but sat up, alert. "Did you two have that dream?" DonnedPaw whispered. SnagPaw, her brother, nodded. "Indeed we did." He replied, swishing his tail. "Who could that voice have been?" Asked ShingPaw, their sister. "It was May." Whispered DonnedPaw. And, with those three words, and the realization on Shing and Snag's faces, havoc started. To be continued.