Chapter 5, dream

Oh, this is StarClan's point of view for a second…

A silent pool of water glistened in a tiny hollow. Silver shapes began to emerge around it.

"Are we all here?" a blue furred cat asked.

"Yes, Bluestar," the other cats chorused.

"We must choose some apprentices from each Clan to take the new quest," Bluestar meowed, "They must seek out the savior of the Clans and bring it back to us. Let us choose the cats for this quest."

"I thought of three for ThunderClan," a gray cat croaked.

"One for ShadowClan," called out a black tom.

"One for WindClan," yowled another cat.

"Two for RiverClan," mewed a brown tabby.

"Then show us your choices," Bluestar meowed, "Nightstar first."

Nightstar padded to the edge of the pool. "This is my choice for ShadowClan."

An image of an almost black cat appeared in the pool.

"Good choice," Bluestar muttered. "Now Gorsepaw, are you ready for WindClan?"

A grey-brown small cat padded to the pool. "Yes," he muttered. A brown and grey cat appeared in the pool.

"He…is a good choice" Bluestar muttered thoughtfully.

Gorsepaw dipped his head. "He is young and strong," he muttered, backing away.

"My turn!" a pretty silver she-cat called out. She trotted to the edge of the pool. A silver she-cat and a brown tom appeared in the pool. "Do you think these are good choices for RiverClan?" she asked nervously.

"Yes," Bluestar reassured her, "The she-cat is kind and young, but the tom…Whatever. They are great choices."

Then a small calico she-cat pattered to the edge of the pool and sat down. "I thought of three for ThunderClan," she muttered. A black tom, a tabby she-cat, and an orange she-cat appeared in the pool.

"But she's a-," a cat had begun to snarl but Bluestar interrupted, "They are great choices, Spottedleaf." She raised her voice so all the cats could hear her. "Let us now go and prepare our cats for the quest."

OoOoO

"Where am I?" Ravenpaw yowled. She was in a different world.

"Ravenpaw," said a soft, silky voice. A beautiful calico she-cat emerged from behind a tree. Firestar would have gone crazy for her.

"I am Spottedleaf," she meowed, her voice as soft as kit fur, "I am here to tell you a warning. You must go to the mountains and find the savoir of the clans. Meet with seven other apprentices on the next night the moon is not shadowed by clouds at Fourtrees. Then you must go on this journey."

Ravenpaw blinked up at her. "Alright," she said uncertainly, "I'll do that."


Spottedleaf gave a purr then disappeared. Everything faded, and suddenly Ravenpaw found herself thrown against an icy rock. Snow and wind buffeted her fur. She yowled, falling to the ground. Rain fell onto her, sinking through her fur and freezing her skin. She clawed desperately at the frozen ground, trying to pull herself into a sitting position. Suddenly a huge gust of wind flew into her face, throwing her off into space.

Ravenpaw opened her eyes. There was a growl from above her. It was Shrewpaw. "Sleep quieter!" he growled.

Ravenpaw looked around at the familiar apprentices den and sighed with relief. All the snow and ice had all been a dream.

Ravenpaw looked over at Spiderpaw. His legs were twitching and he was letting out little mewling sounds. Suddenly he sprang into the air.

Ravenpaw was glad Shrewpaw was asleep. "Spiderpaw!" She hissed, "Spiderpaw!"

He swiveled his gaze to her. "Ravenpaw?" he asked, his amber eyes glowing in the gloom, "Is that you?"

"Yes. Are you alright? You were mewling in your sleep."

"Come closer," he whispered. Ravenpaw padded carefully over to him. "Yes?" she asked.

"I-I had a dream. This silvery blue cat told me I had to go and get the savoir of the Clans. Then there was al this snow and ice and I couldn't see anything. It was cold!"

Ravenpaw stared at him, her claws sinking into the moss. "I…I just had that exact same dream. But it was a tortoiseshell that came to me…"

"Do you think we have to go there?" he asked, "Do we have to meet with some other cats when the moon is not shaded by clouds at Fourtrees?"

"Yes," Ravenpaw murmured, "I think that's right."

He touched his muzzle softly to her ear, and Ravenpaw felt her fur crawl. Then the two cats curled up together and fell asleep.

OoOoO

"Wake up, Sleepyheads!" a voice yowled into the apprentices den. Ravenpaw raised her head, blinking sleep out of her eyes. Brambleclaw was peering into the den. "Come on, Ravenpaw, we're going to do some fighting practice!"

She stood up and stretched, then galloped over to him and pushed him with her muzzle. "Let's go!" she charged out of camp.

She was sitting in the training hollow when Brambleclaw entered the clearing.

"Okay," he announced, "Today you are going to do some fighting moves so you can be a better fighter. Attack me."

He crouched down in front of her and Ravenpaw mirrored his position. She was going to get the best of her mentor….

She rushed across the sand toward him. When she leapt at his back, he stood up into a sitting position and Ravenpaw went spinning off course.

"Hah!" he cried, "Try again!"

She hissed with frustration then turned around. At the same time she turned, she flew across the ground, barreling into him and knocking him down. She sent a paw to his ear, and he surged upward, throwing her off. She sprang again, and this time managed to pin him down.

"Good," he puffed, "Let me go!" he yelped finally, after many minutes of struggling.

An odd anger was burning inside Ravenpaw. She backed off, and he stood up. Suddenly he felt teeth in his leg, and felt his face go warm with embarrassment.

"Alright," he whined, "you got the better of me!"

"Okay," Ravenpaw whined.He licked a paw thoughtfully.

There was a rustling at the entrance of the den and Whitepaw appeared with Brackenfur.

"Hello," Brambleclaw meowed kindly. "Brackenfur, Ravenpaw just did a very interesting move. Will you please show Brackenfur that-," he never finished his sentence. Brackenfur and Whitepaw watched in horror as suddenly Ravenpaw sprang onto his back. She sank her claws into his shoulders, and her teeth fastened in his leg. He yelped with pain, trying to throw her off. "RAVENPAW!" he yowled. He twisted and grabbed her roughly by the scruff and pulled the dark tabby apprentice off. She snarled and lashed at his face with her paws and to her satisfaction they caught in his fur. He gave a mighty yowl and dropped her, he tried to jump but she jumped at him her claws slicing into his face and her teeth finding his ear. Brambleclaw decided this was not normal apprentice fighting. He had to treat this like a real battle.

His muscles bunched, and with all his strength he jumped at her, knocking her down and unsheathing his claws to pin her down. But Ravenpaw was fast. She wriggled out from under him, then sprang up, and fastened her teeth in his neck.

"No!" Brackenfur bellowed, he rushed foreword, pulling Ravenpaw off and pinning her to the ground.

Brambleclaw didn't say anything. He lay on his side, trying to calm the fast and ragged breaths coming out of his lungs. He closed his eyes, trying to stop the shaking that quaked through his limbs. Right now he needed to calm down, not ask Ravenpaw any questions.

Finally he raised his head and looked at his apprentice. She wasn't writhing underneath Brackenfur or hissing threats at the ginger tom. Instead she lay calmly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. A few feet away, Whitepaw had crouched low in the sand, her eyes the size of kit heads. She was really shaking.

"I…don't…know…why."

Brambleclaw was not sure who had rasped the four words. Then he looked down at Ravenpaw. She stared past him with glazed eyes. She blinked calmly. "I don't know…why," she rasped again.

"Why what?" Brackenfur demanded. Ravenpaw didn't answer right away. Finally she meowed, "I had to…attack you, Brambleclaw."

"No," he meowed, "we were training and you just attacked me."

Ravenpaw smiled. "Ah. That's I hoped would happen. Did I hurt you badly?"

"No, Just a few scratches and bites. I'm sure Cinderpelt can fix that."

"Good," Ravenpaw meowed, and to Brambleclaw's relief her voice wasn't odd and still anymore. "Brackenfur," she continued, and the odd voice was back. "You can let me go. I won't attack him again."

Brackenfur paused, "How can you be sure?"

She didn't answer, so Brackenfur released her.

"This training session is over," Brambleclaw meowed, his voice quavering. "Let's go back to camp, Ravenpaw."

She trotted obediently at his side as they left the training hollow. Brambleclaw kept his claws ready, and kept casting glances at his apprentice.

"I won't attack you," she promised, and her normal voice was back. She bounded on ahead and vanished into the camp.

OoOoO

Ravenpaw watched the sun sink below the horizon. She had confided in Spiderpaw about her attacking Brambleclaw. He had not known why, but he had been helpful.

Now she watched the moon. No clouds were covering it. Infact, there were no clouds in the sky at all.

"Spiderpaw," she whispered, "There are no clouds over the moon tonight."

He looked up and padded into the clearing, then took a deep breath. "Let's go."

Plot twist, eh? The next chapter will probably come tomorrow so check back and review soon! What will happen on this journey?