The dark sky made Sundance feel nervous. Not only was the moon not out- but
there were no stars to show Thunderclan that there warrior ancestors were watching them. She frowned. That was a horrible omen. She shook away her thoughts. All of the clans were looking at the same thing- perhaps, it was meant for another clan or cat.

She tore her stare away from the sky and began to look around the camp. No one else seemed to notice it, so maybe she was getting worked up for nothing.

But not all cats are medicine cats a voice nagged at her, but she pushed it away. Actually, the only cat that were paying attention to the sky other then her was Rainstar, her brother. His eyes were narrowing as he pad closer to her.
"Sundance." He whispered in her ear. "Is this an omen?"

She understood why he had whispered it, he didn't want his warriors getting worked up. "I'm not sure yet." She answered truthfully. He dipped his head respectfully.

"If you say so." He mused, before padding over to his deputy, a white tom called Phantomstrike.

Anger suddenly flared through her. That tom had always seemed ambitious to her, not just because she wanted to think dark thoughts because he always teased her, but, it was the fact that he was perfect.

No Thunderclan deputy was perfect! Look at Brambleclaw, Lionstar, Tigerstar...
Her fur grew hot. Maybe she was just wanting to think dark thoughts.
Ever since she had that weird dream, she had been jumpy lately.


"Jayfeather?" Sundance called out, looking around for the tom who usually walked her dreams and told her what she needed to know.

She suddenly felt a chill run up her spine, as something whispered in her ear:
"The sun will strike and the ghost of the past will rise again." At those ominous words, the clouds covered the sun, seemingly protectively, and a slash seemed to go through the now blood-red clouds. There was a loud mournful call of a cats, before more yowls rose. Sundance looked on in fear, as the yowls ended with a fierce battle-cry, and what seemed to be a gray mist in the shape of a cat pelted past her, disappearing as quickly as it came.
The warmth of Jayfeather's fur disappeared as the whisper did, and she had been alone again.

* * *
Phantomstrike nodded at Rainstar. "Yes Rainstar." He said coolly. "I will be sure to, if you need to go to the Moonpool this urgently. I will take care of your clan."

Rainstar nodded back at him. "I know you will." He said, his voice warm. Phantomstrike began to pad away, before he felt a stare scorch his fur, he turned around to see Sundance staring at him.

Amber eyes and blue eyes met for a moment, before Sundance turned and began to walk into the medicine cat den. He snorted. That cat had been eying him for quite some time now.

Either way, all he knew is that he was tired, and that he wanted to go to sleep. He slipped into the warriors den, made himself comfortable in the bed of moss, and fell asleep quickly.

In his dream, he was alone, in a dark forest, sending a blood rushing through his veins like vemon. He was in the Dark Forest.

He had been here countless times before, but always alone, wandering around. He never considered why he came here, until now, when he heard the menacing voice that called to him that he had heard countless times in the stories his mother and the elders told him about.

He whirled around to face those cold amber eyes.

Tigerstar.