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The smell of the forest surrounded Jayfeather. Patches of sunlight fell to the forest floor through the tree, causing the undergrowth to look as though it were glowing. The medicine cat purred. To him, this was the most beautiful sight in the world. Well, probably except her.

The scent of mouse not far away caught him by surprise and, trying to imitate the hunters crouch, which was hard since he had no idea what it looked like, he leaped on the mouse's neck, snapping it. Seeing was wonderful, unlike the world of darkness he lived in in the waking world.

He was about to bite into the prey when a scream erupted through the forest. With a jolt, the darkness returned and flooded over Jayfeather's sight. "Who in Starclan's name is making that horrid noise?" he half demanded, half yelled.

"It's Shadowpaw," came Brightheart's gentle voice. As far as the blind medicine cat could tell, she and and Birchfall were leading the whimpering apprentice towards his den, Dovewing pacing back and forth behind them.

"What did I do? Did I touch him in the wrong spot? Did I make him hit his head on a rock? Oh, I hope he'll be okay..."

"Relax," Lionblaze said to her. "Whatever happened, Jayfeather will take care of it."

"But he's blind!" The fur on Jayfeather's neck began to bristle and he was about to make a smart remark when she said, "Oh, what am I talking about. He's never made a mistake before. Let's just hope Shadowpaw will be okay."

He wanted to say something, but for once, he was speechless. Sighing, he mumbled, "Bring him here and let me take a look. Now what seems to be the problem? It must be something major if it made you make that loud of a noise."

"My head... It hurts..."

"A headache. Are you kidding me? A headache? From all that screeching, anyone would think that a sea of badgers were trampling over you!"

"I'm sorry, it-ah!" The black apprentices paws fell away from underneath him and he collapsed on the ground, screaming worse than before. Jayfeather made no movement to help.

Brightheart growled in disbelief, "Are you just going to sit there and do nothing?"

"It's a headache, Brightheart," he snapped. "He's overreacting! No one, no matter how older or young gets this worked up over a headache!"

"But what if it's not just a headache..."

"Your a medicine cat, Jayfeather," meowed Dovewing, butting into the conversation. "It's your job to heal those in pain whether you like it or not."

He sighed again. This is not my day, he told himself. "Fine, whatever you say. Give me some space, jeez! Is the whole clan here trying to watch me at work? Shoo!" Once the crowd of cats split up and disappeared into their dens, he turned to Shadowpaw once more. "I don't think their are any herbs that can heal a headache. Just try and rest. I'm sure you'll be fine in the morning."

"But-" Shadowpaw started, but Jayfeather cut him off.

"Now."

Giving him an uncertain glance, the small apprentice padded over to the one nest and curled up in the moss. Jayfeather watched until he saw the slight rise and fall of Shadowpaw's chest slow.

Brighthearts words troubled him. But what if it's not just a headache... What did that even mean? He looked at the black cat through narrowed eyes. It was times like these were he was happy to be one of the Three. He layed down next to him and let sleep take over.

"Oh, Nova, you always were the curious one!"

The sun was showing the last lights of the day. It was almost completely behind the horizon. Jayfeather watched from the bushes as a silver she-cat with black stripes glared at a black tom with amber eyes.

Just like Shadowpaw...

"You want to know why I'm here?" the black tom said, letting out a loud, maniacal laugh. "This is my land now! You stupid Thunderclan cats can't do anything about it!"

The silver she-cat looked unfazed. "Stop it, Shatteredheart. Listen to yourself. Is this who you want to be? You were the greatest Thunderclan cat, but now..."

"I'm exactly as I should be, Nova!"

"My name is Echofang..." she snarled.

"And mine's not Shatteredheart! Honestly, did you all forget? I thought you loved me, too..."

"How could I love a monster?"

"now, don't be calling me that. It's not nice."

"Was murdering all those cats nice?"

"As a matter of fact, it was! To feel blood ooze through your claws, to let the screams of your victims fill your ears... It's the most wonderful feeling Starclan could offer. You sould try it some time. It's fun."

"Killing's not fun! It's stupid! What did we ever do to you? Nothing! Were all of the murders for power? So you could lead Thunderclan?"

"Your title in the clan doesn't matter."

"Then what was it?"

"You."

"What?" she spat.

"I loved you. I thought that those wretched cats tried to kill you. Do you know how much it hurt? You died..."

"But I didn't! I'm right here!"

The black tom turned around. "Your just another illusion..."

"Listen to me! I'm not dead! What did they do to you while I was gone...?"

There was silence. Jayfeather felt his tail flick with frustration. This wasn't helping!

Suddenly, the silence was broken by more of the toms laughter. "Nothing! Go home, fool! Sunningrocks now belongs to Shadowheart!"

Shadowheart? Jayfeather almost said aloud. Could these strange cats have something to do with Shadowpaw's headaches?

"You should not be here."

Jayfeather whipped around to see Rock's furless shape.

"I can go were I please."

"This has nothing to do with you. Go back."

"I'm a medicine cat and he's my patient! This has everything to do with me!"

"Go back."

"Not without answers."

Rock narrowed his bulging, sightless eyes. "This is none of your business."

"At least tell me how I can help him!"

Rock sighed. "Very well." In an odd, distant voice, he mewed, "Shadows walk the path of holly..."

"What does that mean?"

But the dream was already starting to fade, and as everything faded to black, he heard a voice somewhere in the distance whisper, "Shadows walk the path of holly..."

Jayfeather sat upstraight, Shadowpaw twitching as he slept. What did Rock's prochecy mean? He knew from previous prochecies that they usually were about cats. Shadowpaw was the 'shadows' part of the prophecy, he knew, but he didn't know anyone with 'holly' in their name.

He could smell Lionblaze near the Fresh-kill pile. He was part of the dawn patrol and was most likely getting something to eat before he left.

"Lionblaze!" he called, racing towards his brother's scent. "I need to talk to you!"

"What is it?"

"I need to know if you know anyone with the name Holly..."

Jayfeather prodded Shadowpaw in the side, waking him up. The black apprentice moaned, stirred, and got to his paws.

"What is it?"

Jayfeather swallowed hard. "I need you to take me to Holly."

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The dream sequence was from the prequel to the story Shadowpaw's from. For any of you who were confused, this is how it came to that. It started when Nova/Echofang (she was a loner before joining Thunderclan) was kidnapped by Shadowclan. Thunderclan assumed she was dead. Shadowheart loved her and suspected that his leader, medicine cat, and a bunch of warriors had planned killing her. He murdered them for revenge, but was banished and snapped. They called him Shatteredheart after he ran from Thunderclan territory, and he claimed sunningrocks as his own, planning on making his own clan. Echofang returned to find the clan in ruins and Shadowheart missing. She went to look for him and realized he went crazy. Up to speed? Shadowheart dies by the way. After he kills Echofang. In the sequel. So yeah.

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