As soon as she opened her eyes, intense beams of sunlight bore into Robinheart's vision, making her wince, and close her eyes back up again.

After a period, of time, the tortice-shell she-cat tried again, trying not to wince this time around. When she had finally cracked them open, the sight around her made her gasp in surprise.

She was nestled in a small, mossy nest, facing the entrence of what Robinheart presumed to be a den. Large, thin sticks where woven together with what looked like brambles, or sun-bleached long grass. Sunlight filtered through the small unwoven parts of the den, casting a few shadows here and there.

Glancing up at the den's roof, Robinheart could she small shadows moving about. Some of the shadows jumped off, of the roof, only to flutter back on after a few seconds.

Robinheart snickered to herself. Back in Windclan, birds loved to nest on top of dens to spend the night. In the morning, when Robinheart's clanmates awoke, the birds would flutter off, leaving the members of her clan to chase after the birds, teasing them to try and catch them. It never occurred to Robinheart until now that the birds never settled in the forests of Thunderclan or Shadowclan, instead of spending their time in Windclan.

Robinheart then realized something. She wasn't awake. She wasn't in Windclan. She was dreaming.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise to her, after her nightly vivid dreams. Everything would seem so real, like she was acutually awake, but, yet it would seem so fake, like she was living an impossible fantasy.

She then spoke, or so she thought. ''Hello? Is anyone out there?'' Instead of hearing her rough, extreamly loud voice, all she could hear was a dim echo of the ear-splitting voice she had grown to get used to over the moons.

Then, it felt like Robinheart's heart leapt out of her throat. Instead of being able to walk freely around in the dream she was in, Robinheart got up without her consent. As she stumbled out of the small nest, and not nearly tearing it apart as she normally did once she woke up, Robinheart stared to fret.

''I can't control my dream! I can't control my dream! Oh Starclan, please, please let me be back in control!'' she pleaded like her life depended on it. Robinheart's body then padded through the den's entrance, letting the sunlight dance across her pelt.

Once she had placed her paws onto the dusty, gritty earth of the camp she was in, all, of the birds who were nestled on top of the den spread their graceful, pure white wings, and flew off of the den's roof, circling around Robinheart, before flying off into the great void of the cloudless blue sky.

''Well, that was certanlly weird,'' Robinheart said, glancing off in the direction that the birds flew off in.Her dream-selfthen lowered her eyes back to the ground, before padding along the slightly grassy earth of the camp.

After a few seconds, Robinheart's dream-self stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting a few fox-lenghts away from her was another cat. Robinheart's dream-self stared in shock. There was another cat here besides her?

Sunlight cast off of the cat's ginger fur, making it look like it was a living plume of fire. The cat's fur was long and sleek, embroddened with a darker shade of ginger stripes. The only parts that weren't ginger was the flawless parts of white that adorned his pelt. Robinheart could only see that the cat's underbelly and back paws where those flawless pieces of white.

The cat then turned around to face her, like it had sensed her as soon as she looked at it. The cat's beautiful dark green eyes then met Robinheart's, and she then realized who she was looking at.

It was the legend himself, Firestar.

When she was growing up, Robinheart would always go the Elder's den and bug them to tell them stories about the famed leader. She had always admired Firestar since the day she had heard of the story where he fought the Forest's greatest threat yet, and how he died to save all of the clans form certain doom. She had always wanted to be just like him: a strong, brave leader who would die for their clan in a heartbeat.

The closest she had ever gotten to being a leader was being a ''bossy warrior who thinks she's the deputy of Windclan.''

''But why is he visiting my dream for?'' Robinheart thought ''Does he have a prophecy for me to be in? But if he does, why doesn't he go to Starlingstar or Puddletail instead? Are they not good enough for him? Wait a second, aren't Starclan cats supposed to look like they're made of stars? But why is he-''

''Hey,'' Firestar meowed, interrupting Robinheart's long string of thoughts. He then quickly closed one eye, and opened it up as fast as he closed it.

''Is that even possible?'' Robinheart pondered. ''Uh, h-hi,'' her dream-self replied, it's voice shaking. Robinheart then felt her dream-self's fur to start heating up intensely, almost as if her fur was like the sun itself.

''I'd like you to meet me in my den, Obsidianpaw,'' Firestar spoke ''I would like to have a word with you.''

''Obsidianpaw? What kind of name is Obsidianpaw? What in Starclan's name is obsidian anyway? And I'm apparently an apprentice? Well, that's new.'' Robinheart echoed.

''B-but I have training with Thornclaw!'' Robinheart's dream-self protested. ''I promised him to see him as soon as I woke up!''

''Your training can hold on for a while longer. Thornclaw will understand,'' Firestar said smoothly as he walked towards his den. ''I hope to see you there.''

Robinheart could feel her dream-self's heart flutter in delight. ''Okay then, I-I'll be there in a second,'' she spluttered in excitement, for some reason.

Once Firestar entered his den, Robinheart started to ramble to herself. ''Firestar wants to see me! But why? Is it because of a prophecy? Is he warning me of something? But, he's not talking to me, he's talking to Obsidianpaw, who is also me, I guess? Why did he call me Obsidianpaw? What is obsidian? Why am I an apprentice? Why can't I control my dream?! Why am I rambling?!''

Suddenly, Robinheart started to move towards Firestar's den, getting dust and bits of chiseled rock onto her pelt. Then, without realizing it for a few seconds, Robinheart's left front-paw stepped into a small, but fairly, dirty puddle. She swiftly turned around, and walked back towards the puddle.

Robinheart crouched down near the puddle. Remarkably, the puddle reflected an image of something she didn't expect. Instead of her normal tortice-shell and white pelt, Robinheart's pelt was a light blue, just like the sky above her. Her ears were tipped with a colour that was black, but wasn't at the same time. Her eyes were still green though, just a bit lighter.

''What, how?'' Robinheart stammered in fear. How was this possible? Her fur couldn't be this colour! Her ears were an colour that she didn't know could exist!

''This is starting to get weird quick,'' Robinheart thought. She then glanced up at Firestar's den. She could see him wander around his den impatiently, like he really wanted to see Robinheart as soon as possible.

''I-I better see what he wants to talk to me about,'' Robinheart thought. She stood back up, facing Firestar's den once again. With a shaky breath, she started to walk near his den.

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Hello there. Thank you for reading the first chapter of Dreams! If you didn't know what trollfic I'm re-writing, it's called Obsidianwing's Quest. It's only eighteen chapters long, and it's pretty good for a trollfic, if I do say so myself.

Anyways, here's a small question for this chapter: Who's your favorite character? (I know, it's very un-original, but I would like to know people's opinions)

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-Winter of the Shadows