Just so you know, this is a rewrite of chapter four, so for some people that have already read chapter four this is just like it.

Brambleclaw snapped out of his sleep. He was having disturbing dreams about a ginger tabby. But that was all. Just the cat, climbing around in his sleep like it was the camp. It couldn't be Firestar, but he wasn't quite sure…

He thought about work last night. He had had a lot of fun with the kits. Ashfur hadn't turned up ever again, but Brambleclaw told himself not to worry about it. The troubled gray tom probably had a headache or something. But it was no sweat; missing work wasn't that bad, especially since Ashfur wasn't even chosen to be the original caretaker.

Arching his back, Brambleclaw stretched and yawned widely. It was a long night, and he didn't care to have a dream like that ever again. Who was the ginger tabby? Why was he creeping around in his dreams? And why was he so important that StarClan wanted him in Brambleclaw's mind?

All of these problems melted away as he saw a dark ginger shape shift around and wake up. It was Squirrelflight, his mate. He purred, so happy to see her. He almost never saw her anymore; it was like the time that Firestar and Graystripe had tried to divide them when they got the omen that fire and tiger together would destroy the Clan. Now it was fox-dung, a sign that was misread. What it really meant was that they would save the Clan.

Squirrelflight got up and purred, also glad at the sight of her mate. "Good morning, Brambleclaw," she mewed happily. "Did you sleep fine?" Before he replied she didn't wait for the answer. She kneaded her paws guiltily. "Um, I'm sorry Brambleclaw, I have to go. Sandstorm ordered me on patrol, and…" her voice trailed off.

Brambleclaw understood that she couldn't ignore orders from her mother and let her leave for her hunting dawn patrol. He bounded toward Firestar's den, going to ask if he could go on patrol, but he sank when he remembered that he had a job and couldn't go on patrol. He sighed and sadly flopped down by the fresh kill pile, feeling famished from last night. It was a long night and Brambleclaw was glad to lye down and rest for the night.

As he ripped at the mouse he was eating, he saw Rainwhisker come towards him, a distressed look on his face. Brambleclaw swallowed his bite as Rainwhisker took a chaffinch and gestured for him to come over and sit by him. "Want to eat with me?" he asked the scared gray tom.

Rainwhisker nodded and came over to sit by him. As the light gray tom took a bite out of his chaffinch, he asked, "Brambleclaw, how was your night? How is work for you?" And he took another bite, chewing violently.

Brambleclaw shrugged. "I don't know…I guess that it's okay. At least the kits are nice and respectful to me. Their mothers taught them well, and I think all of them will make good warriors. How was the night for you?" He asked, finishing up the mouse and thoughtfully chewing off a loose sheath of claw.

"Pretty good, unless you go missing," Rainwhisker mewed coldly between rapid mouthfuls of his prey. He must have been pretty hungry to eat like that.

Brambleclaw looked at his Clanmate with a confused look, pawing at the ground nervously. "Um…Rainwhisker, what do you mean?" Brambleclaw asked. It was weird for the happy warrior to act so solemn all of a sudden.

"Have you seen Ashfur? He wasn't in the warriors den all night, and I was awake the entire night. I was waiting for him, but he never came. I'm getting worried about him…" His voice trailed off and he shuddered at the thought of his best friend possibly being torn apart by an enemy.

Brambleclaw was about to say something when something cut him off, a piercing scream. Both the brown tabby and the gray tom jumped fiercely and looked around wildly, looking for the source. They saw many cats gathering around the nursery, immediately finding where the horrifying shriek had come from.

The tabby tom pushed through the crowd, for he was the deputy and instantly had to find out what was happening. He didn't mean to be pushy, but he had to find out what had caused this.

Ferncloud, Sorreltail, and Millie were all in a huddle, desperately searching; overturning rocks and leaves, even tearing out the bedding. Brambleclaw saw his daughter, Hollypaw, curse, for she would have to change the bedding for the second time this morning.

"What's going on here?" Asked a cold voice, coming from behind. Brambleclaw froze as he heard the voice of Firestar, pushing through the crowd like he had once had moments ago. "Ferncloud, do you have any idea?" He demanded.

Brambleclaw's heart skipped a beat as the leader's claws sheathed in and out. Apparently the aggressive leader was agitated and disgruntled, which wasn't a good thing. He shivered at the thought of getting slashed by those sharp claws.

Ferncloud tried to speak up, but no sound came out. "Our…" She just shook her head, hung low, and poured out tears. Sorreltail instead spoke for her friend and Clanmate. "Our kits are gone!"