It's the super birthday edition chapter! (Erm, yeah, it's my birthday…) Woot. Uh…yeah.

Anyway, here it is. Another chapter. And yes, I know it's not a very good chapter, but I've been really busy lately, so I apologize. A million thanks to SparrowFan07 who was the only person who reviewed the last chapter. So read and, er, hopefully you'll enjoy. (Though I won't blame you if you don't.)

The trees swayed with the cold, strong wind as their leaves fell down, covering the forest ground. The sound of leaves crunching came from three cats stepping out from behind a tree. One of them, a large brown tom, announced, "She's been here, but the scent is old. She's probably far away by now."

Another cat, a large silvery gray tom, growled, "Why don't we just let her go? She's not important or anything." A warning glance from the brown tom told him he was wrong.

"She's not." The answer came from the tom who had not yet spoken. "But she ran away, and for that, she must be punished." Something flashed in his amber eyes as he turned to look at the other toms, and an evil purr came from inside his throat. "And when we find her, I will kill her and leave her body for the crows." And with that, he turned and snuck off into the woods, where his black pelt blended in with the dark shadows.

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Dawnpaw woke up, startled by her strange dream. As she opened one eye, she saw Wildpaw and Stormpaw standing over her. "Dawnpaw, are you okay?" Stormpaw asked worriedly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she replied a bit shakily. "Just a dream."

"You were meowing in your sleep," Wildpaw mewed. "But it didn't sound good. It sounded like you were scared."

"Meowing?" Nightpaw snorted from across the den. "More like yowling if you ask me."

Dawnpaw ignored him. "What exactly was I meowing?"

Wildpaw and Stormpaw exchanged glances before Wildpaw answered, in a hushed voice, "They're coming…they're coming."

Stormpaw sat down next to her friend and wrapped her tail around her comfortingly. "If you want to talk about it, well, we're here."

Dawnpaw looked away. "It's fine," she lied. "It was just a dream."

Stormpaw shrugged. "Whatever you say. But in case you ever do…"

Dawnpaw looked back at her, her eyes cold. "I already said I was fine," she spat. "So stop pushing."

Her friend looked hurt. "Fine. I was just trying to help."

"Well don't." She curled up and stuck her nose under her tail. It was just a dream. Just a dream…

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As she woke in the morning, Dawnpaw noticed she was the only apprentice in the den. They must all be out training, she thought. But as she stepped out of the den, she saw Stormpaw talking with Silverflower by the fresh-kill pile. As Silverflower walked away, she ran up to Stormpaw. "Hey Stormpaw! Want to go hunting with me?"

When Stormpaw didn't respond, Dawnpaw tried again: "Stormpaw, did you hear me? Do you want to go hunting with me?"

Stormpaw looked at her angrily. "After how you treated me last night, why would I want to?"

Dawnpaw met her friend's eyes. "Last night? Oh, right… Stormpaw, listen, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah, well maybe you should have." She turned and walked away. Before entering the woods, she spotted Wildpaw and ran over to him. She leaned against him and purred, "Hey Wildpaw, want to go hunting with me?"

He looked at her awkwardly. "Sure, Stormpaw." They turned and walked into the woods together. A something in Dawnpaw's chest growled angrily, she wondered, What is wrong with me?

She turned around and looked for Oakstar. They had recently had a training session in which Dawnpaw had practiced fighting. It had been fun, and she wanted to do it again.

But Oakstar was probably busy. And Silverflower probably was, too. Dawnpaw looked around for someone and her eyes found Nightpaw. This is a last resort. Only a last resort.

She walked over to him and called, "Hey Nightpaw!"

He looked at her. "What does the rogue apprentice want with me?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Want to go hunting with me?"

Nightpaw looked at her, eyes wide. Obviously he hadn't been expecting that question. "Um…sure, I guess."

"Great! Let's go!"

As they raced out of camp together, Nightpaw warned, "But no trying to hunt me this time!"

They stopped when they reached a clearing in the forest. "So," Dawnpaw began awkwardly. "You can go first…"

"Sure." Nightpaw sniffed the air and left. A few moments later he returned with a vole in his mouth. He set it on the ground and covered it with dirt. "Your turn."

Dawnpaw sighed, "You can go again. I'll sit here and guard your catch."

"Nobody's going to take it," Nightpaw mewed. "You can go hunting."

Dawnpaw shook her head. "No really. It's okay."

Nightpaw sat down. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

He growled. "Now look me in the eye and say that." Dawnpaw looked away. "See? Something is wrong," Nightpaw growled. "What is it? Is it that dream you had?"

Dawnpaw looked at him. "Yes. But it was just a dream."

"Well, I'm no medicine cat or anything," Nightpaw meowed. "But it could be a message from StarClan."

"StarClan?" Dawnpaw stared at him. "You mean it was like a warning or something?"

Nightpaw shrugged. "It could have been."

Dawnpaw stared at him in awe. "You know what?" she mewed. "I-I don't really feel that good right now. Can…can we go back to camp?"

Nightpaw bent down to pick up the vole he caught. "Sure."

As they walked back to camp together, Dawnpaw turned to face Nightpaw. "Nightpaw…" she began.

"What?"

"Thanks."

Rushed. Crappy. I know. But still, please review! And no bad reviews please! I'll try making the next one better.