Hello fellow readers and writers! Welcome to the second installment of Just A Dream, which will be loosely based on Fire and Ice! I say loosely because like it's predecessor, this book is going off the premise that Fireheart has been sent back to the old forest after losing his final life in The Last Hope. If you haven't read Just A Dream: Enter Darkness then please do so, because I've taken some liberties and hanged things up. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this rendition of the Warrior Cats series! - Cinderfire

Prologue

Orange flames lapped at the cold air, throwing sparks up into the night sky. The firelight flickered across a wasteland of ragged grass, making silhouettes of the Twolegs huddled there. A pair of white lights appeared in the distance, heralding the approach of a monster. It roared past on a Thunderpath that rose high into the sky, filling the air with sour fumes. At the edge of the wasteland, a cat moved, its eyes glinting in the shadows. Pointed ears twitched, then flattened against the noise. More cats followed one by one, onto the filthy grass. They carried their tails low and sniffed the bitter air with their lips curled.

"What if the Twolegs see us?" hissed one of the cats. A large tom answered, his eyes like amber disks reflecting the firelight.

"They won't. Their night sight is weak."

As he padded forward the flames lit up the black-and-white fur on his powerful shoulders. He held his long tail straight up, sending a message of courage to his Clan. But the other cats crouched low against the grass, trembling. This was a strange place. The noise of the monsters battered their sensitive ear fur, and the acrid stench stung their nostrils.

"Tallstar?" A gray queen flicked her tail uneasily. "We can't be staying here."

The black-and-white tom turned to the she-cat.

"We've been driven from every place we've tried to settle, Ashfoot. Now is not the time to choose comfort." he growled.

"Even if I were comfortable," Ashfoot spat in disbelief, pulling her kit toward her and sheltering him beneath her belly. "with fire and monsters, how can we expect our younger cats to live like this? We won't be safe here!"

"We weren't safe at home!" snarled another voice. A black tom pushed his way forward, limping heavily on a twisted paw. He held Ashfoot's blue gaze.

"We couldn't protect them from ShadowClan!" he snapped. "Not even in our own camp!"

Anxious mews rose from some of the cats as they remembered the terrible battle that had driven them from their home in the uplands, at the edge of the forest.

"Brokenstar and his warriors may still be hunting us!" An apprentice whimpered.

The sounds alerted one of the Twolegs around the fire. It stood unsteadily and stared toward the shadows. At once the cats fell silent, crouching lower; even Tallstar lowered his tail. The Twoleg shouted into the darkness and flung something toward them. The missile flew over their heads and exploded in a burst of thorn-sharp pieces on the Thunderpath behind. Ashfoot flinched as a shard grazed her shoulder, and curled her body around her terrified kit.

"Keep down," hissed Tallstar. The Twoleg at the fire spat on the ground, then sat back down. The cats waited for a few moments before Tallstar stood once more. Ashfoot stood too, wincing at the new pain in her shoulder.

"Tallstar, I'm not trying to sound like a spoiled kittypet. I genuinely fear for our safety here. What will we eat? I can't smell anything over this stench." Tallstar stretched his neck and rested his muzzle gently on the queen's head.

"I know you're hungry," he murmured gently. "But we'll be safer here than back in our old territory, or in the Twoleg fields and woods. Look at this place! Even ShadowClan wouldn't follow us here. There's no scent of dogs, and these Twolegs can hardly stand." He turned to the black tom with the twisted paw. "Deadfoot," he ordered, "take Onewhisker and see if you can find anything to eat. If there are Twolegs, there must be rats."

Ashfoot scowled and dipped her head to lick her kit behind its matted ears.

"We must find a new place to settle, dearest." The tortoiseshell reminded her gently. "Morningflower can't be on her paws for much longer."

Ashfoot nodded. She hadn't forgotten about her fellow Clanmates. The dappled she-cat would be kitting soon, so she had to be at her best. That was another reason Ashfoot spoke so freely.

The lean shapes of Deadfoot and Onewhisker emerged from the shadows.

"You were right, Tallstar," called Deadfoot. "There are rat scents everywhere, and I think I've found a decent shelter."

"Show us," Tallstar ordered, gathering the rest of his Clan with a flick of his tail. Cautiously, the cats padded across the wasteland after Deadfoot. He led them toward the raised Thunderpath, the firelight making their shadows loom against its huge stone legs. A monster roared overhead and the ground shook, but even the tiniest kit sensed the need for silence. The cats trembled silently.

"Here," meowed Deadfoot, stopping beside a round hole that stood two cats high. A black tunnel sloped down into the ground. A constant stream of water trickled into it. "The water's fresh," Deadfoot added. "We'll be able to drink it."

Ashfoot shot her mate a look. Surely he didn't expect them to sleep with wet paws?! He caught on immediately and shook his head with a gentle smirk.

"I've been inside." The black tom informed the Clan at large. "There's some space away from the stream. And we'll be safe from Twolegs and monsters."

Tallstar stepped forward and lifted his chin. "WindClan has traveled for long enough!" he declared. "It's been a few moons since ShadowClan drove us from our home. The weather is turning colder, and leaf-bare will be here soon. We have no choice but to stay."

Ashfoot narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Silently she joined her Clan as, one by one, they filed into the shadowy tunnel.