Hi, it's Hawkpath, back from the grave! Secrets is the second installation of the Exile series (since I ran outta room in my notebook. Please enjoy! Constructive criticism welcome. Warriors is not mine.
Prologue
Jayfeather sat in the darkness of the cave, peering into the gloom. Looking back, he could see the unfamiliar c amp bathed in moonlight. This dream again? He looked for the pinpricks of light he had seen in his last dream. Soon, he saw them. They were eyes, reflecting the bit of moonlight that seeped into the cave.
Should I call hello again? Jayfeather wondered anxiously. The eyes were drawing closer. The other cat seemed to feel nervous; he could feel the anxiety rippling through its pelt.
He felt a surge of frustration. What did he have to do to figure this out?
The other cat was quite close now. It had a clear, sharp smell of crackling leaves and moonlight but there was something else. Was it hurt?
Now the cave was fading away. Oh no. Am I waking up already?
Just as everything seemed to be mere shadow, Jayfeather noticed something. Was that grass? Yes! He was standing in a huge meadow, watching a large group of cats walk by. The silver she-cat from the battle dream was in the lead. He could recognize some of the other cats, too. There was an orange tom with darker flecks; he definitely remembered that one. One tom had mismatched eyes: one blue, one green. That one had been in the battle, too.
This must be the whole clan, he thought. But...isn't one missing? Where's the golden-brown one? Jayfeather blinked. The cats were fading again. "Fox dung," he muttered crossly. Now he had more questions than before.