Vanillasong's cream and cocoa colored pelt was just viable in the darkness that surrounded the ShadowClan Camp. Her eyes sparkled like a pair of shining sapphires in the moonlight.

Meadowbreath's dark voice drifted into my mind, the memory dying the air around her with its signature stench. The vision flashed through my mind, ripping at me worse than the blood-drawing claws of the strongest warrior. I saw the pelt I dreaded ever setting eyes on, black with streaks of neon blue.

"You will be my mate!" She said, to a snow-colored warrior. The white she-cat was struggling against impossible odds, squirming beneath the dark warriors heavy paws, imprisoned in her grasp.

The she-cat was my sister, Swanfeather.

I stopped myself from calling out to her; I knew it would end badly. I heard a bone-chilling shriek, and then everything was eerily silent. I heard the black cat turn, looking in my direction. I refused to look.

"Now it's your turn." She meowed evilly, a sinister smile spreading across her features. I felt her presence moving closer, I felt claws fasten themselves in my throat, then rip it open. Blood gushed from the wound and I screeched, then I fell limp, swallowed by blackness.

"Vanillasong, Vanillasong, wake up!" I heard the sweet voice of the ShadowClan Medicine Cat, Honeyrose. I opened her eyes to see my friends golden pelt shining like the sun.

"You fainted again," She whispered with worry showing in her voice. "You have been having these flash-backs pretty often now, I'm worried about you." "I'm fine Honeyrose." I insisted.

"No, you're not fine, every time you have them, you faint, and as much as I'd like to waste all my time in my den, taking care of you, I can't! I have other things, and cats, to worry about right now!" She practically yowled in my face. "Well good morning Selfish Sally!" I challenged.

"I-you-I HATE YOU!" She screeched.

-What have I done? - I thought miserably. "Honeyrose, wait!" I yowled, but she was gone. I chased her, following her scent.

"Honeyrose!" I meowed when I found her. "What do you want?" she meowed, clearly hurt, from her position by a large oak, not bothering to turn around to speak to me.

"I came to apologize." I mewed back, careful not to sound annoyed. "I'm sorry too" She said. I clearly looked surprised,because she looked slightly amused. "I-I just over-reacted, kind of, sort of, he-he-yea..." She said, sounding uncertain.

"It's okay, I did too." I pointed out. We went back to the camp together, babbling all the way there. "Thank you Vanillasong." She meowed before padding back to her den.

I sighed, I felt raindrops on my fur, I shook my pelt briefly, then stepped into the reassuring shelter of the warriors den, I walked to my mossy nest, and cured up, comforted by its warmth. The gentle patter of rain on stone was soothing, and I fell asleep to the rhythmic songs of the forest.