Dreams are just dreams, right? Spiderkit hoped so. There was nothing wrong with her, but sometimes it felt like her dreams almost… came true. The little black kit raised her head and looked around the clearing that made up the CaveClan camp, which was Spiderkit's clan. Someday she would be a warrior that protected it. But for now, she was just a kit. A kit with some awfully annoying den-mates.
"Spiderkit! Come be a warrior for me in our game!" one of the other kits mewed at her. Spiderkit shook her head.
"I don't feel like playing right now, Coyotekit," she answered. Coyotekit sighed and bounded over to the others. Spiderkit heard the she-kit mumble to the others that she didn't want to play. Her three siblings let out little sighs, but the other kits all looked relieved.
"Might as well get on with the game," Flowerkit mewed. Flowerkit was Coyotekit's pretty brother. He was almost angelic, at least in Spiderkit's opinion.
The other kits started their game. It was two clans attacking each other. That reminded Spiderkit of something. Was it her dream from last night?
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Wind blew rain and debris around. The storm wasn't going to calm down that night. The warring cats were hissing and screaming. Lightning and thunder clashed above in the sky. It didn't look like there were any dead cats yet, but many were injured.
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Spiderkit was shaken out of her memories by screaming in the waking world. "You will never take control of CaveClan!" That was one of Spiderkit's littermates, Mantiskit. He was yowling at Coyotekit, who Spiderkit guessed was playing Coldstar, the leader of MoorClan. CaveClan and MoorClan were currently feuding over a section of land in MoorClan's territory.
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A white she-cat was bleeding. Her ear got torn earlier in the fight by a brave warrior. The she-cat smirked. He wasn't going to be in a battle anytime soon. A large dark shape distracted her from her moment of victory. She curled her lip back and snarled at it. The shape stepped out into a patch of moonlight, and growled back. The white cat crouched and got ready to leap and attack. She let out a battle cry and-
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Coyotekit let out a high-pitched battle cry and leapt at Mantiskit. The rest of the kits playing flung themselves at their opponents. Coyotekit was much bigger than Mantiskit, and easily flung the little tom out of her way. Coyotekit and Flowerkit were turning six moons old in four days. That reminded Spiderkit, two of the current apprentices were about to become warriors.
I think they're having their warrior assessments right now, she thought. Spiderkit looked on at the play fight happening in front of her. Mantiskit had gotten back on his paws and was facing off against Coyotekit with Strikekit. The two toms were miniscule compared to the bigger cat, but they were putting up a good fight.
Coyotekit was still winning though, and so was her imaginary clan. She, Amberkit, Mothkit, and Flowerkit made up MoorClan. Mantiskit, Strikekit, Cherrykit, and Beetlekit made up CaveClan. Even though the numbers were even, MoorClan had the two biggest kits so there was no way CaveClan could win.
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The white she-cat was locked in a screeching mound of fur. One of her enemy's warriors joined him against her. She was fighting both of them off at once, until one of her own clanmates came to help her. Her tabby ally bit down hard on the warrior's ankles and sent her running off, back into her own territory. The black tom she was originally fighting was now outnumbered. The she-cat and her deputy attacked him from all sides.
The tom finally got free, and yowled a retreat to his clan. Cats scrambled to get out of the fight and run back home. Before the black tom followed them, he looked the white cat in the eye, and with his pupils narrowed to tiny slits growled, "This isn't over. I will be back with more warriors than you and your pathetic clan full of thieves can handle. I will destroy you,-"
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That was were Spiderkit's dream ended. Right before she learned the name of the white she-cat. It was weird, too. The black tom and his warriors seemed so familiar, but Spiderkit couldn't put her paw on why. Just then, a triumphant meow sounded from the other kits.
Coyotekit had Mantiskit pinned down underneath her, and it seemed that she had won the fight. Mantiskit's warriors were clearly beat. Spiderkit's brother sighed. "Fine, Coyotekit, you win. Let me up now." He wriggled as if to show that he had given up.
Coyotekit smirked and took her paw off of him. Mantiskit glowered at the she-cat. He shook his pelt and waved his tail at his clan. "We lost. Oh well. I'm going to get some prey, if anyone wants to come with."
Flowerkit padded up to him. "I'll come. I'm craving a vole right now." Cherrykit followed behind the two toms. Strikekit, Amberkit, and Mothkit were heading back to the nursery, probably to take a nap after the rough game. That left Coyotekit and Beetlekit.
"Beetlekit, wanna go see if the apprentices will teach us some more fighting moves?" Coyotekit asked. Beetlekit nodded excitedly. Spiderkit knew that her brother was looking forward to learning how to fight, even though he wasn't very good at it yet.
Spiderkit stood and stretched her back. She bounded over to the cats before they could leave. "Can I come with?" She looked at her brother expectantly. They were siblings, so he couldn't refuse her. Beetlekit looked at Coyotekit.
"I guess, as long as you don't get in the way," Coyotekit sniffed. "Stonepaw and Graypaw are out on their assessments right now, so two little kits might be a little much for Splashpaw, Volepaw, or Wolfpaw."
Spiderkit nodded impatiently. If Graypaw and Stonepaw were about to become warriors, that meant she wouldn't have much time before the clan was busy with their ceremony.
"Let's go then!" The black kit turned tail and ran to the apprentices' den. She skidded to a stop and peeked her head inside. Wolfpaw was nowhere to be found. Volepaw, by the look of it, was resting. Splashpaw, though, was just finishing grooming her ears. She tilted her head down to look at Spiderkit.
"Spiderkit! What're you doing here?" the apprenticed asked. Spiderkit blinked sheepishly.
"We wanted to see, we being Coyotekit, Beetlekit, and me, if you could teach us some fighting moves. If you aren't too busy, of course." Spiderkit shuffled her paws while talking. Splashpaw purred in amusement.
"I'm not busy at all right now." She got to her paws and followed Spiderkit back outside to where Coyotekit and Beetlekit were waiting.
Beetlekit leaped to his paws when he saw the approaching she-cats. "Splashpaw!" he cried happily. "Are you going to teach us something today?" Splashpaw blinked down at the little tom-kit and dipped her head.
"I figured we could start off a little easy today with a simple strike," she started. Spiderkit fluffed up her fur, and she felt that Beetlekit was as excited as her. On the other paw, Coyotekit groaned.
"Come on, Splashpaw, that's so boring. I learned that ages ago. I want to learn how to do some real damage." Splashpaw stared down at the kit. She looked back and forth between Spiderkit and Coyotekit, and it was a few heartbeats before she finally responded.
"No, Coyotekit. Even if you've already learned something, it won't do you any harm to practice it and perfect it," the apprentice decided.
"Good thinking, Splashpaw," a deeper voice meowed from behind Spiderkit. The kit whorled around to see the clan's deputy, Frostspeckle, padding up to meet the younger cats.
"Frostspeckle!" Spiderkit purred. The deputy blinked in return and nuzzled the little black kit. Spiderkit glowed in the affection. Frostspeckle had always liked her the most out of all the kits.
The speckled she-cat looked back up at Splashpaw. "Wise words from someone so young." Splashpaw ducked her head at the praise and licked her ruffled chest fur a few times.
Frostpeckle turned to look at Coyotekit now. "Coyotekit, there's nothing wrong with perfecting a move, even one as basic as a front strike." Spiderkit's denmate stared at the ground as she was lectured by the deputy.
"Frostspeckle, come over here." Spiderkit turned her head in time with Frostspeckle to see the senior warrior Coldmist stalking over. Frostspeckle got to her paws and murmured farewell to the kits and apprentice. She and Coldmist sauntered over to a bush that grew on the far side of camp, too far away for any prying ears to catch what they were saying.
Splashpaw was talking again, Spiderkit realized. She pricked her ears to start paying attention to the lesson. "So, Coyotekit, since you're such an expert, how about you demonstrate for us," Splashpaw proposed. Coyotekit nodded.
"Well, first you have to make sure you're in a good, balanced stance." The she-kit demonstrated for the others. "Then, you lash out with your front paw right where your opponent's nose would be." She lashed out with her left paw, making sure to aim correctly.
Splashpaw nodded in approval. "That was good. I honestly have no criticism. Spiderkit, Beetlekit, your turn." Spiderkit copied Coyotekit's stance and then lashed out with her paw. She stumbled a bit, and her brother snickered.
She turned around and hissed at him. "Let's see you do it then!" Beetlekit flinched and muttered an 'okay'. Spiderkit felt Splashpaw's tail brush against her shoulders in a calming motion.
As Beetlekit lifted his paw to strike, he tripped forward and landed on his nose. "Ow!" Spiderkit lifted her chin at his mess up, happy that she had proved her point. Beetlekit stood up and glared at her. "Fine. I guess it is pretty hard."
The kits spent the rest of the morning practicing front strikes with both paws. Coyotekit got bored eventually, and left to go take a nap. Splashpaw also had to go on a patrol with her mentor, so just Spiderkit and Beetlekit were left.
"That was fun. I hope tomorrow we get to learn something new," Spiderkit mewed as she sat back on her haunches. She was tired now from all of her hard work.
Beetlekit shook his head. "I still didn't get the footing right. I kept leaning too far forward, I think." Spiderkit touched her nose to his ear in a show of sympathy.
"You'll get it eventually. We still have two moons before we become apprentices, and then we'll have a few seasons to learn everything." Beetlekit nodded and then tilted his head to the side.
"I wonder who our mentors will be?" he questioned. Before Spiderkit could answer, a loud yowl sounded from the entrance of the camp. Running down the tunnel that led from CaveClan territory to the clan's camp were three cats, all carrying prey in their jaws.
That's Graypaw and Stonepaw! Spiderkit realized. With Bluescar, Stonepaw's mentor. I bet they passed their assessments. The kit glanced at the sun. It was just past sunhigh. *Ravenstar will probably hold the ceremony at dusk.
After the trio put down their prey, Ravenstar climbed out of his den and slunk towards the apprentices. "God job, you two," he purred. Stonepaw and Graypaw beamed.
The large black tom beckoned Frostspeckle over, and the led the two mentors into his den. Spiderkit raced over to meet the two gray cats. "That looked like a lot of prey!" she exclaimed. Beetlekit arrived beside her, and nodded along with his sister's statement.
The siblings smiled. Stonepaw mewed, "We started by hunting alone, and then worked together to catch some birds. Both our mentors were really impressed. Frostspeckle had to leave after that, though."
Graypaw stuck her chin up. "Hunting prey above ground is hard, but both of us are amazing at it," she boasted. "Ravenstar will have to make us warriors because of that."
Spiderkit purred in response. Ravenstar was strict about making new warriors, but these two apprentices had clearly done wonderfully on their tests. "Don't forget about the mock battle!" Stonepaw meowed.
The black and gray tom started to prowl around Spiderkit and her brother, growling playfully. "We had to fight a warrior who had taken us by surprise. I fought Blackfang. He was hiding behind some bushes, and while I was stalking a vole, he jumped at me."
Stonepaw leaped toward Spiderkit, and she yelped in surprise. "Just like that," Stonepaw purred. "Except he landed on me and started to scrape up my spine. But I fought him off! I rolled over until he let go, and then I flipped over his next attack and bit at his hind legs." Stonepaw demonstrated by nipping around the kits.
"We tussled for a little while, and then he gave up after I shoved his muzzle into a bramble thicket." Stonepaw sat back on his haunches, waving his tail high.
Graypaw head-butted her brother's shoulder. "I did better than that. Lotussong didn't even take me by surprise. I heard her, but pretended I didn't, so when she attacked I was ready." Beetlekit gasped as the she-cat continued.
"I turned around and slammed her to the ground before she could even react; I clawed her stomach while she was pinned, and then I nipped her neck and she gave up." Stonepaw rolled his eyes.
"Sure, and Lotussong didn't even fight back," he scoffed.
"Not true! She just couldn't overpower me," Graypaw insisted. Stonepaw gave her a sideways look.
The apprentices' argument was cut short by Frostspeckle. The white she-cat had come out of Ravenstar's den to talk to her apprentice, while Bluescar was sniffing at the fresh-kill pile. "Congratulations, you two. Looks like you'll be warriors before nightfall," Frostspeckle meowed proudly. "I'd recommend eating something and then taking a nap before the ceremony, because you have to sit your silent vigil tonight."
Graypaw and Stonepaw nodded gratefully. They murmured goodbye to the kits, then followed Frostspeckle's advice. Spiderkit purred as she watched the two siblings race to the fresh-kill pile. Beetlekit let out a yawn.
"I'm gonna go take a nap, too," he sniffed. "Bye-bye." Spiderkit looked expectantly at Frostspeckle.
"I have nothing to do now, so that means you have to hang out with me, ok?" Spiderkit meowed. Frostspeckle chuckled.
"I can find something to do- that doesn't involve checking the elders for ticks," she purred. Spiderkit nodded. "Come with me, Spiderkit." Frostspeckle wandered over to the warriors' den and grabbed a pawful of moss from an unused nest.
"Let's see how high you can jump, yeah?" Frostspeckle suggested. Spiderkit nodded enthusiastically. Frostspeckle rolled the moss into a ball, then tossed it high into the air. Spiderkit pushed with her hind legs as hard as possible, and launched herself into the air. She caught the ball in her jaws and landed on all fours.
Frostspeckle grinned. "That was amazing! You leapt like a MoorClan cat. They can jump really high since they hunt birds almost as much as they hunt rabbits." Spiderkit basked in the praise.
"Again! Again!" the little black kit chanted. "Throw it higher!" The older cat took the moss again, and threw it even higher. Spiderkit leapt again, and snatched the ball right out of the air. She still landed on all four paws.
Spiderkit looked at Frostspeckle and saw pride in the white cat's eyes. The moment of happiness was ruined, though. "Spiderkit! Why are you bothering the deputy?" a scolding voice asked.
Spiderkit's mother, Blossomflame, was stalking over to her kit. Frostspeckle's eyes hardened into an icy glare. "She's not doing anything wrong, Blossomflame. I enjoy her company."
Blossomflame snorted. "Sure yah do. Spiderkit, come along. Your siblings are taking naps, and you need to join. And anyway, you're too young to be practicing things like this. You won't be an apprentice for two more moons."
Spiderkit was swept away by her mother's tail but gazed longingly back at Frostspeckle and the moss ball. A soft growl made her jump. "How many times do I need to tell you to stay away from that cat? She's a bad influence, and she doesn't care about you," Blossomflame hissed.
Spiderkit bit back a groan. She didn't know why her favorite cat and her mother hated each other, she just knew that something had happened between them before she was born. The black kit went with her mother without complaint back to the nursery.
Her siblings were already there, curled up in their nest. Blossomflame nudged Spider kit towards the soft bedding, and she complied.
"Hey, Spiderkit," Mothkit murmured sleepily. Spiderkit's sister scooted over to make room for her littermate.
Spiderkit flopped down on the spongy moss and took deep breaths until she felt her eyelids start to droop.
I'm still upset that mom made me leave Frostspeckle. I need to figure out why they hate each other. Some of the elders might know; I can ask them later.
Content with her plan, Spiderkit let sleep claim her.
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It was a clear night so far; no clouds covered the moon. That was good. StarClan wanted this gathering to happen. So far, three out of the four clans had made it to the gathering place, Two Pools. The moon glinted off both of them. Three leaders were on the Highstone between the pools, and their clans mingled below them.
Finally, the last clan arrived. The gathering could start now. The fourth leader leapt up to the Highstone. A yowl was sounded from the Highstone to signal the start of the gathering. The new leader was about to speak, but was silenced. "-star, you were the last to arrive; you shall be the last to speak." With a huff, the leader stepped back and made room for the others.
A fluffy brown tom was the one speaking, and he continued. "-Clan is prospering. We have a new warrior, and a new litter of kits. Prey is scarce, but not impossible to find even though it is leafbare. Our medicine cat — has found a plentiful patch of catmint if any clan needs it. That is all." The tom stepped back and let another leader go.
This leader was all black and had a fierce look in his eyes. "Just like -Clan, my clan is prospering. We do not have any shortage of prey, and sickness has not reached us yet this leafbare. We have new warriors as well, and have found a few new herb patches if any clans are in need. That is all." He sat down on his haunches and allowed the third leader to go.
"My clan is doing well. We have found plenty of prey, and have plenty of strong warriors. We also have recently apprenticed three new cats. -Clan is as strong as ever, and is prepared for anything." Those words, while not direct, were clearly a warning. This tom had scars littering his dark coat; wounds from a recent battle it seemed, and was clearly showing it had not weakened him.
Finally, the last leader went to speak. She stood up and held her head high as she spoke. "-Clan is also strong. We have new kits, and our warriors are not thin from the leafbare shortages. We find enough prey." She sat down after her short speech. The gathering news had concluded, and now the warriors could talk once more.
Cats mingled with each other, even though they were from different clans. Queens purred with each other about their kits, and elders gossiped with one another. Two clans, though, stayed far away from each other. In a group of senior warriors, one clan was not present. There was clearly a conflict.
The leaders on the Highstone were also speaking with each other. One leader was being excluded. It was the she-cat who had arrived late. Her white fur had scars just as fresh as the dark tom's. It was these cats who had fought. The white cat also hadn't told everything to the other clans. In fact, she had lied quite a bit. Her clan was starving, and sickness was spreading through her warriors fast. But she could not let the tom's clan know she was struggling. He would attack at the first sign of weakness.
"-star, you said a new litter of kits was apprenticed, whose were they?" the fluffy leader asked.
"--'s. They are shaping up to be fine young cats," the tom purred. The black cat across from him glanced up in the sky.
"Moonhigh has passed. It is time we led our clans home," he mewed. The others nodded in agreement. Each summoned their own clan, and started the journey home. With one glance at the his enemy's clan, the dark tom realized that the time to attack was now, seeing how weak they were. He had scented sickness on the white cat's pelt, and saw each of her ribs. He purred softly in satisfaction. His clan would win this next fight.
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Spiderkit woke suddenly. Her dream had been just as weird and ominous as the last. This time, though, Spiderkit recognized the dark tom in her dream. It seemed impossible, but her eyes couldn't have deceived her.
What is going on? Spiderkit thought, her eyes wide. She had to speak with someone about this, but before she could, she heard a familiar call from the middle of the camp.
"Let all cats old enough to leave camp gather to hear my words!"
Spiderkit sprung to her paws, effectively waking her siblings.
"What was that for, Spiderkit?" Mantiskit groaned reproachfully. "I was having a great dream. Go back to sleep."
Spiderkit shook her head gleefully. "Nope! You need to get up. Ravenstar called a meeting!" At her words, Mantiskit shook himself awake, then joined her by her side. The two kits bounded over to the nursery entrance to watch the meeting.
Beetlekit joined them after a heartbeat. "I can't wait until we're old enough to actually go outside to watch the meetings," he muttered. Mantiskit nodded in agreement.
"Shhhh, you two, it's starting!" Spiderkit hissed. By now, Mothkit had risen and joined her littermates, as well as the other sets of siblings in the den.
Spiderkit craned her neck to see the front of the crowd. She saw two familiar gray pelts standing in front of her leader.
It's Stonepaw and Graypaw! The black kit looked at the position of the sun. It was late evening, the perfect time for a warrior ceremony.
Ravenstar stood before the two apprentices and began to recite the ancient words of the ceremony.
"Frostspeckle, Bluescar, have your apprentices trained hard and learned the warrior code?" Ravenstar questioned.
Frostpeckle nodded and Bluscar meowed, "He has." Ravenstar seemed satisfied with their answers.
"I, Ravenstar, leader of CaveClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn," Ravenstar announced.
Spiderkit looked on with awe as her leader gazed down at Graypaw.
"Graypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?" Ravenstar asked.
Graypaw held his gaze as she answered. "I do."
The black cat turned his eyes to Stonepaw, and they repeated the words.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Graypaw, Stonepaw, from this moment forward your names shall be Grayfall and Stoneheart. StarClan honors your compassion and dedication."
Ravenstar rested his muzzle on the new warriors' heads and they licked his shoulder in return. The clan began to cheer the new names.
"Grayfall! Stoneheart! Grayfall! Stoneheart!"
Spiderkit joined in with her squeaky voice. She quieted after a moment when she saw Ravenstar begin to speak again.
"Tonight you will hold a silent vigil while watching over the camp," he meowed. Grayfall and Stoneheart dipped their heads in unison and padded silently over to the camp entrance.
Several cats crowded them in congratulations, but Spiderkit wasn't allowed to leave the nursery so soon after a clan meeting.
"That'll be us someday," Beetlekit breathed. Mothkit nodded wordlessly.
"But for now, you four need to get back to sleep. You've had a very exciting day; you all must be tired!" Blossomfire mewed from behind.
Spiderkit didn't hold back her groan this time. "We just took a nap, though! I think we deserve to go play for a while," she whined.
Blossomfire stared at her harshly. "Don't argue with me, little one. You can play tomorrow. Now get back in your nest." The kits' mother ushered them back to the mossy nest.
As Spiderkit got comfortable in her nest, she realized she forgot to tell someone about her dream. She sprung to her paws, much to Blossomfire's annoyance.
"Spiderkit, sit down," the ginger she-cat huffed.
"No! I have to go talk with Ashtail, or Ravenstar, or someone! Right now!" Spiderkit exclaimed. Her siblings had been listening to the entire interaction.
"If Spiderkit gets to go talk with our leader, I wanna go, too," Mothkit mewed.
"Me too! Me too!" Beetlekit whined.
Blossomfire rolled her eyes. "No one is going to talk to Ashtail or Ravenstar. You're all going to sleep."
"Not Ravenstar!" Spiderkit corrected. "Ashtail. I need to talk to Ashtail right now"
Blossomfire stared her down. "I said no, and I mean no. Go to bed."
Spiderkit searched her brain for a good excuse. When she found one, she looked her mother straight in the eye and mewed, "I'm gonna throw up."
The little kit started to make gagging noises to be convincing, and it worked
Blossomfire gasped and grabbed her by the scruff. She then started making her way out of the nursery and to the medicine den.
"Why didn't you say so earlier? And why'd you ask to see Ravenstar?" The ginger queen's voice was muffled.
"I didn't feel bad until after the ceremony and I didn't mean to say Ravenstar," Spiderkit answered quickly. She moaned in mock pain. "Are we there yet?"
Blossomfire rushed the rest of the way. The medicine den was normally off limits, but Spiderkit had been there once when she got a mouse bone stuck in her teeth. It was an old badger burrow that reached into the ground outside of the camp, like a small cave. It had several divots in the walls where Ashtail stored his herbs.
Blossomfire laid Spiderkit down on a nest near the back of the den while Ashtail blinked in surprise. "What happened? Is Spiderkit sick?"*
"She told me she was going to throw up," Blossomfire explained. "I don't know what she's eaten today."
Ashtail glanced at Spiderkit and began to feel her stomach. "Well Spiderkit, what have you eaten?"
Spiderkit thought back to the morning. "I have a shrew this morning, and that's all."
Ashtail finished his inspection of her belly. He cocked his head to the side. "I don't feel anything abnormal. I'll give you some water mint just in case, though."
Blossomfire looked relieved. "Should she stay in here tonight? So you can keep an eye on her?" Ashtail hesitated for a moment.
"I think she should. If she's not fine by tomorrow, I'll try other remedies," the gray tom finally decided.
"Alright. I'll check back at dawn," Blossomfire meowed as she backed out of the den. "Let me know if you need anything!" Ashtail sighed, then looked down at Spiderkit.
"Nothing's wrong with you, kit. Why are you here?" Spiderkit sucked in a breath; she had been caught.
He's right, though. I didn't come here because I'm sick. I came here because of my dream.
"I had a dream," she began. "Not a normal dream, though. The past few nights I've dreamt about a battle between two clans. I thought it was fake because I didn't recognize any of the cats."
Ashtail sat down and wrapped his tail over his paws and pricked his ears. He's interested now Spiderkit thought. Good.
"I finally recognized someone during my nap earlier." Spiderkit winced at how that sounded. Her 'nap'. That made her sound like a stupid newborn kit. "I was at a gathering, and three of the four leaders were already there. The last leader who arrived was white with blue eyes. I've seen her before in some of the battles. She was starving and so was her clan."
Ashtail narrowed his eyes. "Did she- never mind. Continue," he meowed softly.
Spiderkit wrinkled her nose at him. He wasn't telling her something. Oh well. "She and another leader were threatening each other. The other leader was the same one from my other dreams. He had a lot of fresh scars, but he was healthier than her. I've seen him a lot, but I figured out who he is."
Ashtail scooted forward. "Who?" he breathed.
Spiderkit looked into his eyes. "The leader I saw was Ravenstar."
Author's Note: Chapter one! Thank you for the compliments on the prologue. It took me a looooooong time to come up with that many cats. For my posting schedule, I think I'll try and post every other week on Saturdays. If I can post in just one week, though, I will. Also, I realized that the name "the Break of Dawn" has nothing to do with what this book is about, so I'm gonna change it. It will be called Lucid Dreaming from now on. Thank you!