YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY I HAVE 105 REVIEWS! Sorry it's taken longer than usual. I had a slight case of writer's block, so I had no ideas for this new chapter. So, here goes nothing! Thanks to all the amazing reviewers!

Disclaimer: I like Warriors! Do you? Yeah, I know, it's a great series. My favorite character is Jayfeather. Did you hear that Bluestar's Prophecy is out now? Yeah, I know, it- What? Stop putting off the truth? Oh, I suppose you're right . . . I don't own Warriors. =sigh=

PS Please excuse the typos, if there are some. My grandfather's keyboard sucks. I think I found all the mistakes.

Dewpaw awoke with a jolt. The coldness still pulsed through his body, sending shivers up his spine. He shook his head. Being a frightened mouse-brain was not something he enjoyed doing.

I need to go home, he thought. I need to go home . . .

Suddenly the pain pierced his head and he struggled not to scream.

He saw the cat laying on the ground, dying. It seemed to be trying to say something to him. Its breathing was ragged. Dewpaw tried to see its face, to make out who it was, but its eyes were already closing. Despite the long cut down its flank, and the unkempt, bloody fur, it looked peaceful, as if it had resolved a matter that it needed to resolve.

"Dewpaw?"

Dewpaw blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. Blazepaw was standing unsteadily from the other side of the Moonstone. He looked mesmerized as he staggered towards him on stiff legs.

"You all right?" Blazepaw asked. "What'd you see?"

"Who says I saw anything?" Dewpaw snapped.

Blazepaw gave him a look. "And that tells me you saw something. Come on, what happened?"

Dewpaw glared at him. "It . . . it was . . ." He decided Blazepaw didn't need to know about Feather. His brother would care more about the prophecy. His heart beat quicker as he recalled Nightwind's words. "A prophecy."

"A prophecy?" Blazepaw's eyes widened, looking like green orbs in the faint light.

"Shh!" Dewpaw hissed.

"What was it?" Blazepaw jiggled excitedly. He reminded Dewpaw of Firekit and Nightkit playing in the snow back at ThunderClan. Back at home. . . .

"Dewpaw?"

"Oh, yeah . . . it was, um . . . 'The storm shall return, and with dawn's shining light and a bird's flight, the wind storm will be stopped.' " Dewpaw shuddered as he remembered Nightwind in the void, her blue eyes glowing unnaturally.

"Wind storm?" Blazepaw cocked his head to the side. "Does that mean WindClan? Like, a storm in WindClan? Maybe a rebellion?"

"I don't know," Dewpaw admitted. "I was thinking . . . maybe, a cat from outside the Clans who could cause trouble in WindClan."

"Ah . . . maybe." Blazepaw looked deep in thought.

"Hey, what'd you see?" Dewpaw was curious.

"Um . . ." Blazepaw suddenly got the look a mouse had when it was trapped and you were about to kill it. "Nothing."

"You had a vision!" Dewpaw argued. "I can tell!"

"I don't want to talk about it," Blazepaw mumbled.

"Huh?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Blazepaw repeated, a little louder.

"I'm not going to beg," Dewpaw meowed. "Not to you."

"To Feather, then?" Blazepaw shot back at him.

Dewpaw narrowed his eyes at him angrily, but Blazepaw had hit the mark there. "Not to her, either," he hissed. Because I know what she dreamed about.

Dewpaw scuffled around in the bushes, trying to find a place where it'd be warm to sleep. The snow sparkled in the moonlight, almost as bright as it was during the day. He wondered what was happening at home right now.

Was any cat looking for him?

He pictured a search patrol scouring their territory for him. The small worthless apprentice who'd gotten himself in the worst situation possible. He pictured Stormsky, with worried blue eyes, trekking through the rain on the night he'd left, calling his name and searching until dawn. He knew Stormsky would do something like that.

He pictured Redoak and Flowerpetal, searching for their daughter. He pictured Larkpaw and Dustpaw, secretly looking for their sister as they hunted through the snow in the forest.

He pictured Darkpaw, sharpening his claws on a tree as he readied to go to war with WindClan for taking his "brother" and Amberpaw.

Wait. War with WindClan?

Dewpaw shot bolt upright. War with WindClan?

"We've got to leave!"

He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, but he'd been out, because Feather and Amberpaw raised their heads sleepily and Blazepaw's jaws stretched in a yawn as he slurred, "What?"

"We've got to leave! Now!" Dewpaw shot to his paws, shaking snowflakes off his pelt, suddenly wide awake. "Hurry!"

"Why?" Amberpaw rolled over. "Come on, Dewpaw, we need to sleep . . ."

"There's going to be a war with WindClan and ThunderClan!" Dewpaw insisted. "Get up!" He scrambled out from under the bush and shook the remaining snow off his body.

"How do you know?" Blazepaw asked, sitting up partway, looking slightly intrigued at what his brother was saying.

"I had a dream," Dewpaw explained. "I saw what the cats back home are doing. We've got to leave. We have to go home and stop the war!" He gazed through the snow-covered bushes, then whirled back to his companions.

They were all still laying down.

"Well?" Dewpaw hissed impatiently. "Come on!"

"Dewpaw, it was probably just a bad dream," Feather mumbled, her eyes closed. Her voice was sleep-filled.

"Come on, guys, I'm serious!" Dewpaw meowed, irritated immensely. "We've got to go!"

Silence.

"I'm not going to beg with you mousebrains," Dewpaw snapped, filling adrenaline rush through his limbs as he stood strong. "I know this is real. I just know. And if you won't leave now, then I will!"

With that, he turned and sprinted through the bushes, feeling tears come to his eyes as the wind gusted sharply into his face. He was just entering the dark Twolegplace when he heard a voice.

"Wait, Dewpaw!"

He tuned to see Feather running towards him, her eyes dull with sleep. "I'll come," she meowed breathlessly. "I believe you."

"So do we."

Dewpaw watched as Blazepaw and Amberpaw raced down from the small grove of trees. "We didn't think you were lying," Amberpaw mewed as she and Blazepaw stopped beside Feather. "We were just . . . um . . ."

"Tired," Blazepaw put in. "So, um . . . heading home?"

"Yeah," Dewpaw meowed. He couldn't help but feel thankful that they'd decided to come. "Thanks."

He ignored their shocked faces and instead focused on shaking snow from his paws. He padded towards the Thunderpath. When he realized they weren't following, he turned and mewed, "Well? Are you coming or not?"

And they journeyed through the Twolegplace in the darkness.

Yeah, not very exciting, but long. I'm gonna try and get the next one up aoon, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Ooh, the Day After Tomorrow. That was a great movie . . . . Expect a little bit more chapters until this is finished! Swiftpaw OUT!