I open my eyes. My dream is fresh in my mind. I rise from my nest and leave the apprentices den. Bluefur and the new arrivals are already awake. They look worried. "What's wrong?" I ask them.

"We had disturbing dreams," Bluefur answered.

"So did I!" I gasped in surprise.

Bluefur also looked surprised. "Really? We shouldn't mention our dreams here. We'll meet at Fourtrees tonight!" Bluefur announced to us. I nodded my head in agreement. We went off to be useful to the clan.

That night, all ten of us snuck out of camp. No one suspected a thing. Bluefur led us to Fourtrees. When we got there, she turned to us. "Pinestar said that there were ten other cats. Eleven counting me. Where is the last cat?" She inquired.

"Here!" A mew sounded behind us.

We turned around and stared open-mouthed at a kit.

"I'm Softkit! I had the same dream," she explained.

"Hello, Softkit," I spoke up.

"Alright! We should figure out what our dreams mean," Bluefur suggested.

"Well, I think they will give another clue. If we don't figure it out, that is," I told them.

"Perhaps we should return to camp to contemplate this new knowledge," Redfoot suggested.

We decided, though, to tell Whitestar what we know. All eleven of us, including Softkit, made our way back to camp. Whitestar was surprised to see Softkit with us. After a careful explanation, Whitestar allowed Softkit to stay. For now, no one else will know of our dreams.