Hey once again peoples! I've decided to explain Rainpaw's sudden illness in this chapter a little bit, though more of it will probably be revealed later. But until then, enjoy!

Chapter 3: Dreams

Two dawns passed, and Crystalpool still refused to let Rainpaw leave the medicine den. "You're going insane, Rainpaw." Crystalpool would tell her whenever Rainpaw asked to go train. On occasion, Twilightpaw, Crystalpool's apprentice, would come and visit with Rainpaw, until Crystalpool arrived and told her to 'get away from that insane cat'. On the third dawn, Rainpaw awoke to find herself in an unfamiliar forest. She stood near the edge of a large lake. Tiny silver fish darted around, the early morning light making their little scales shimmer. A black tom appeared on the surface of the water and began to pad toward Rainpaw.

"Shatteredstar," Rainpaw murmured, sitting down and curling her tail over her paws.

"Rainpaw, I have brought you back to the forest once more to warn you of terrible events that are coming." Shatteredstar mewed, padding closer. "The rogues are becoming restless. They're going to attack soon. You need to convince Aspenstar to move the camp until the rogues leave."

"Shatteredstar," Rainpaw interrupted. "Why did Paintedsky just come right out and tell me his plot? Wouldn't it have been wiser for him to just keep it a secret?"

"It was all Wolfstar's doing," Shatteredstar replied. "You would need to ask her. She tends to keep to herself."

"May I speak to her?" Rainpaw asked.

"I can't force her to come," Shatteredstar meowed. "When she is ready, I'm quite sure she will come to you herself and tell you why. But until then, you have more important matters to take care of."

"Such as?"

"Come, I will show you." Shatteredstar bounded onto the shore and padded along the edge of the lake. Rainpaw marveled at how sleek his fur was, and that not a drop of water had gotten onto it.

"How do you walk on the water?" Rainpaw asked. Shatteredstar did not answer. He padded along for a while, before suddenly veering to one side as a Twoleg charged along the edge of the lake, whooping and hollering, waving its paws in the air. Rainpaw jumped to the side as well, her fur bristling and her eyes wide, thought Shatteredstar seemed unaffected by the matter. He quickened his pace. Rainpaw did the same, constantly checking over her shulder to make sure the Twoleg wasn't following them.

"We're here," Shatteredstar replied at last. He brushed through a thicket of brambles and darted behind a hazel bush. Rainpaw followed him and peered out from behind the edge of the brush. Two white, furry figures, larger than foxes but smaller than Twoleg monsters, stood over a dead kit, licking up the blood. Rainpaw gasped in horror as one of the creatures tore off the kit's leg and gobbled it up.

"Wolves," Shatteredstar hissed, his voice full of contempt. "That was my sister's first kit, Soaringkit. The wolves entered camp one night and took every kit in the nursery, killing two of the three queens who tried to defend their kits. Luckily, my sister wasn't killed, but sadly," the tom sighed. "Her firstborn kit was the price she payed. A few dawns later, the wolves attacked the apprentices and the elders. The warriors and I jumped to their rescue, though six apprentices and two elders were killed, and I myself lost three lives. I only had two lives after that, which I lost to the wolves, trying to defend my Clan, but more than half the Clan was destroyed, and we were forced to leave. The wolves are coming back, Rainpaw, and the rogues are their allies."

"You mean, the wolves can speak cat?" Rainpaw asked, bewildered.

"Yes," Shatteredstar replied. He didn't bother to hide the anguish and worry in his voice. "Now, go tell Aspenstar what she must do. Tell her to move the camp to the hills for the next two moons, and tell her that when greenleaf is over, the wolves will leave, and the rogues will have given up trying to find you. Go, now."

Rainpaw's eyes snapped open. She sat up and panted. It was about sunhigh now. Twilightpaw's nest was empty, and Crystalpool's voice could be heard just outside the medicine den. Rainpaw knew that she couldn't let Shatteredstar down. She stood and padded out of the medicine den, headed straight for the leader's den.

"What are you doing?" Crystalpool cried, bounding toward the black she-cat, who continued to pad on, her eyes narrowed with determination. "Rainpaw! You can't be out of my den. Get back inside right now!"

Rainpaw whipped around to face the medicine cat. "You listen to me," she snarled. "ThunderClan was real, and I did recieve a dream from Shatteredstar. The wolves that destroyed ThunderClan are back. They know how to speak our tongue, and they're allied with the rogues!" Her eyes and voice softening, Rainpaw begged, "You have to believe me. Please!"

Crystalpool sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Rainpaw. I just can't trust you. You spent three days in SandClan territory. You could be trying to help them gain territory for all we know!"

"But I'm not!" Rainpaw protested. "I swear by StarClan that there really are wolves coming, and that Shatteredstar, the once great leader of ThunderClan did send me two dreams warning me of unfortunate events to come, and that there is a prophecy!"

"Aspenstar!" Crystalpool cried, bounding toward the leader's den.

"At last!" Rainpaw cried, darting after the she-cat.

"Aspenstar," Crystalpool panted. She turned and pointed at Rainpaw with her tail. "This traitor is trying to move us out of our territory so SandClan can reclaim it as theirs!"

"Is this true?" Aspenstar asked, turning to Rainpaw.

"Of course not!" the young she-cat cried. She explained to Aspenstar every detail of her dreams, explained to her the prophecy, and warned her that wolves and rogues were coming to destroy the Clan.

"Well, I'm not sure what to say," Aspenstar murmured after hearing Rainpaw's side of the story. Turning to Crystalpool, she mewed, "Tonight, you and I will go to the Dew Tree and speak to StarClan. Then, I will decide who is right and who is wrong. Now, both of you, go. Rainpaw, you may continue your training with Savannahstorm, but be sure not to work up your illness, okay?"

"Alright," Rainpaw nodded and padded joyously out of the leader's den. It was true. She had been born with an illness that no medicine cat had ever heard of before, and none of their herbs responded to it. They couldn't give her poppy seeds for the pain, as Rainpaw was allergic to them. Every now and then, Rainpaw would have an attack, which involved vomiting and going limp for long periods of time, sometimes for a whole moon. That had happened when she was first born. She had gotten an attack, and as soon as the medicien cat touched her, she fainted and stayed that way for a whole moon. Since then, everyone had been overprotective of her, especially her mother, Opalmist, and her mentor.

"Rainpaw!" Savannahstorm's voice resounded through the camp. Her apprentice turned to see the young warrior bounding toward her. She pressed her muzzle against Rainpaw's and purred. "I'm so happy you're okay," she murmured.

"Let's go train," Rainpaw replied, not wanting to worry her mentor by tell her that she was the center of a major prophecy, and that she might lose her life to a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. The two she-cat bounded out of camp, their tails waving happily, their pelts warmed by the greenleaf sun. For that brief moment, Rainpaw felt as though she was invincible, and that nothing could ever hurt her.