Echo darted through the forest, on the trail of a stray rabbit. She stalked it quickly, the rabbit silently nibbling on a clover. As she reared back for a killing blow, a loud crack snapped her head up; the rabbit realizing a predator was there and speeding off. Echo narrowed her eyes in the direction of the loud noise that had caused her to lose her prey.
"Mouse-brain..." she hissed.
A beautiful tortoiseshell and white she-cat emerged from a dense bush and smiled warmly. "Hello young one." she said, " Are you lost?"
Echo tilted her head. "I would think not. I'm in a dream aren't I?" she asked.
The she-cat chuckled softly. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Echo." Echo said softly, somewhat curious about the new cat.
"That answers one of my questions. I'm Spottedleaf, former Thunderclan medicine cat." Spottedleaf said with her warm tone.
Echo smirked. "Your one of those wild cats? How are you even in my dream i don't know you." she said, shaking her head.
"Your questions will be answered soon enough Echo." Spottedleaf said, flicking her tail.
Echo furrowed her eyebrows and looked around. The forest was unusually bright and lush, prey seeming to run everywhere. A slight breeze picked up and rustled leaves. "What is this place?" Echo asked dreamily. She had never seen a forest so beautiful.
Spottedleaf lowered her head. "I'm afraid even I do not know, I have resided here ever since my second death." she whispered.
Echo smirked. "Your second death?" she said, stifling a mrrooww of laughter.
Spottedleaf looked up. "Well yes." she blinked.
"What do you take me for? A fool?" Echo asked, a light growl.
Spottedleaf widened her eyes, then softened them. "I have a feeling I'll be meeting you here again in the near future. But for now, I must be going." she said, turning around.
Echo growled. "Why do you have to be so secretive?" she growled.
Spottedleaf gave a loud laugh. "You remind me of someone I once knew." she laughed.
Echo narrowed her eyes. "Your crazy." she muttered.
Spottedleaf walked on, not bothering to turn back.
Echo smirked then launched herself at Spottedleaf, claws outstretched. But, Spottedleaf turned around sharply and hit a forepaw on Echo's back, knocking her to the ground. "W..Wah?" she mumbled, visibly confused.
"I don't fight." she said, darting off once more.
Echo shook her head and stood up. Who was this cat? She had a weird name like Pinepaw. "Fine, be that way." Echo grumbled, struggling to scent that rabbit once more. Suddenly, a squirrel stood beside her; poking her with a stick. "What the..." she said.
The squirrel faded from view as Echo opened her eyes to see Pinepaw poking her in the ribs with his forepaw. "You up?" he asked.
"No..." Echo grumbled, stuffing her face into a blanket.
"Well I don't like it in there." he muttered, shifting his weight.
Echo smirked. "Did the little kit have a nightmare?" she asked, mocking him.
Pinepaw's pelt bristled. "No! I just don't think it's safe in there." he hissed.
Echo rolled her eyes and scooted over for Pinepaw to lay down. "Your such a kit." she laughed.
Pinepaw hesitantly lay down on the other side of the bed, laying his head on his forepaws. "Why do you choose to be a kittypet?" he asked.
Echo shrugged. "Its not like I can do much else." she said.
"I could never be a kittypet." Pinepaw muttered, "They are such mouse-brains."
Echo rolled her eyes. "Not mouse-brained enough to pick fights with older cats." she said.
"You wouldn't understand!" Pinepaw hissed.
Echo stretched out. "Your right, I don't understand." she said.
"Whatever..." Pinepaw growled.
Echo shut her eyes once more, desperate to see the mysterious Spottedleaf once more but found sleep did not come. She flicked her tail irritably.
Beside her, Pinepaw stood up carefully. He slightly limped out the door and away from the house.
Echo smirked in the darkness of the nursery, as much as she loved to annoy Pinepaw, she was relieved to be away from a wild cat that was potentially dangerous. Who was she kidding? He couldn't kill a squirrel with a limp. Echo pricked her ears at the sound of the little twoleg rustling, dreading the loud noise it usually made. But, none came. She stood up and bounded up to the crib, looking inside. The little twoleg was in a deep sleep, fidgeting. Somehow, Echo felt somewhat disgusted. Maybe cats weren't meant to stay with twolegs. She shrugged it off, returning to her bed to at least get a few more hours of sleep in.

Sorry this one was shorter :( but i promise the next one will be longer! Thanks to all who reviewed! and I'm sorry if the way i write hurts your eyes XD