Chapter 1
Lilystar gazed around her camp, tail twitching with pleasure. The wind rustled her fur as she stood on top on the sloping hill that viewed her camp, where cats were bustling around. On the far side of the camp, the blueberry bush that sheltered the apprentices rustled as Nightpaw ran to the boulders that hid the medicine cat's den just as Creeknight rushed out. Assuming he had come out to check on the kits in the nursery to her left, she was surprised when she found him beside her. Swiftly checking that the hollow tree sheltering the queens and the rocks below them that held the elders den were clear, he turned his muzzle to Lilystar.
" We need to get Flowerwhisker, Lilystar. Orangepaw visited me in my dream."
"What?" Lilystar was shocked. I wonder what's wrong!
Seeing his leader's face, Creeknight hastily added, "Nothing bad, Lilystar." Then he determinedly strode toward the warrior's den, with branches weaving it near the apprentice's den. A minute passed, and then he re-emerged with the pale brown warrior following him grumpily behind him, muttering about being tired after dawn patrol.
As soon as Flowerwhisker saw Lilystar, however, she shook her fur and straightened up. Seconds later they jumped up beside Lilystar. Moments afterward, Creeknight had determinedly explained the situation. Catching their gaping jaws, he added, "I don't have a clue what is means."
"Me neither."
Flowerwhisker looked at both of them and meowed cautiously, "I think it might mean that our clan will be joined with rogues to strengthen us, but that we will have to be careful for traitors." After hastily seeing the bemused expression on her companion's faces, she muttered, "Well, I used to train to be a medicine cat before I switched!" Her tone was a bit defensive.
Later on that night, when Lilystar was eating a vole on the hilltop, she wondered, not about the Starclan apprentice's words, but about Flowerwhisker's.
Is there something my deputy isn't telling me?