Mirage glanced around anxiously. "Wave? Are you there?" She hasn't seen her friend in days, and she began to worry.
"Wave!" she called. This attracted attention from another cat nearby.
His name was Powerpaw. His black fur rippled with the moonlight that filtered through some branches. "What are you so worried? Who's Wave?"
"She's my friend," Mirage blurted out. "I can't find her again!"
"Oh." Powerpaw glanced at her ears, which were twitching madly. "Are you ok?"
"No." she sputtered. Her fur became all bristly. "YOU HAVE TO HELP ME FIND HER!"
"Alright, yeesh." Powerpaw purred. "Come on, Wave should be around here." He led her out of the gorse tunnel.
Oh Wave, Mirage thought, Where can you be?
Windfur was fast asleep. But strange images were invading his head. Soon these images began to twirl into him, and faster still. He saw water, and the thudding of eight paws. A giant monster was seen as well, and he saw the paws of a cat rise from the ground. The image of the monster disappeared. There was only four paws left.
Messyfoot rose from the images and looked at Windfur in the eye. "Look at these images. Make sense of them." That was that. The images paused, and swirled back into nothingness. Windfur gasped. Messyfoot at last stood alone, next to him.
"My apprentice," she murmured. "You have done fine as a medicine cat, but the Clan needs you now more than ever. Take this." She placed something in Windfur's fur.
Messyfoot bowed her head. "You'll see it in the morning." She vanished, leaving her eyes, then nothing at all.
Windfur shot out of his nest. His head hurt like crazy. But there was a strange throbbing in his fur somewhere. He widened his eyes. Messyfoot! He shook his body, and a dead bee fell out. He choked back a cry of surprise.
What could this mean? He studied the bee. It's wings were crumbled, and it seemed to have every gut out of its body. Windfur felt sick knowing that was in his fur all night. He shook his head.
He glanced over at Waterpaw's nest. It was empty. At first, he thought she was outside, but then he realized that he never saw her in days. "Waterpaw!" he gasped.
There was a stirring next to him. A familiar scent. Messyfoot? Again? He waited.
"Windfur," she meowed. "Waterpaw is in danger. And another cat as well. Remember those images I showed you last night? Place them together in a puzzle, look for Waterpaw, and her missing friend."
Windfur looked at her with pure fear and confusion in his eyes. "But how-" He looked around. Messyfoot wasn't there anymore. He sighed, and began placing everything together.