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Ivypaw shook herself. She couldn't believe it. All lies. All lies.
Dovepaw woke up next to her. "Are you okay? You were shaking and kicking a lot in your sleep," Dovepaw informed her. Shocking.
Ivypaw wanted very badly to claw at her ear. Even after the battle their relationship was somewhat shakey. Her sister, she was sure, was still convinced she was much better than her, and she also thought Dovepaw was hiding something form her.
But looking into those eyes, Ivypaw saw concern. Real concern. For her.
Ivypaw licked her sister's ear. "I'm fine, really. I just had a nightmare, and it was really bad…" she trailed off, her mind flying to back to Yellowfang and her two mentors in… well, wherever they had been.
Dovepaw's gaze softened immensely, even though Ivypaw hadn't thought that possible. "Were you visited again?" she asked.
She hated it when cats knew what she was thinking, and Dovepaw was the best of the best.
The truth was, Ivypaw wanted to cry out like a kit, and tell somebody… everything. She had caused an awful battle, and now, because of her, her leader was on his last life. She felt sick to her stomach.
She knew what to say. "Yes. Yes, I was," and she began to spill it all out to Dovepaw, her only sister. She couldn't believe she was saying it, but she was.
Dovepaw didn't interrupt once, but the looks of horror and sometimes sympathy were enough.
When she finished they were both silent.
"So… You met Yellowfang then?" Dovepaw asked. Ivypaw nodded, and screamed inside. Her sister got everything. She wasn't the only one being visited by other cats in her dreams. And Dovepaw's were actually StarClan cats.
"I'm so sorry… I want to be friends, like we used to. I don't care if you have a secret. If it's important then it's okay," Ivypaw said to her denmates astonishment.
They went outside and shared a plump squirrel together, preparing for a hard day of training.