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The she-cat turned slowly, and with quiet dignity, faced the two apprentices.

" I am Flight." She said softly. Hopepaw was silent, awestruck by this cat.

" We are Robinpaw and Hopepaw. We come to seek the aid of the Tribe Of Howling Wind." Robinpaw announced. He did not look at Hopepaw, merely announced her name.

" Ah. From the Clans, are you not?" Flight added, studying them carefully. Hopepaw nodded, but when she opened her mouth, only a squeak came out. Flight began to laugh, a lovely, flowing sound filled with joy.

" My dear, your face!" She said, laughing still. Robinpaw grinned, while Hopepaw managed a shaky smile.

" But please. You said you needed help?"
" Yes." Hopepaw spoke now.

" You remember the illness that hit the Clans?" Flight nodded.

" Yes. Four cats came to find the cure but only two returned. One dead, and one gone evil."

" Correct." Robinpaw took up the story.

" Mysticstorm is evil. She has gathered more cats than all the Clans put together, and she is coming for us. We need the help of the Tribe Cats, to save us."

" So." Hopepaw meowed.

" Will you help us?"

" ...Yes...Yes, but I cannot promise a huge number of cats. We need some of out Tribe here for obvious reasons. Sleep now, and all will be sorted by morning." Turning, the graceful she-cat padded swiftly away, a determined expression set onto her face. Robinpaw collapsed into sleep almost instantly, but Hopepaw remained awake for a while.

" How can you sleep at a time like this? We have to move faster!" Hopepaw whispered, taking out her anger on the sleeping form of Robinpaw, before eventually, and much against her will, she too dropped off to sleep.

Dreams...Nothing seemed real anymore. He thought they had passed all that, when the illness had finally been conquered. Passes all that sadness, all that evil...All that heartbreak. The tom was dreaming, he knew that now. But her face was everywhere, even in his dreams. Was there no escape?

Obviously not.

Her perfectly formed, beautiful face. But one he knew he must forget. Her path lay elsewhere, and however much he lo-

No.

That was impossible. He could not love her! He was angry now. Of course he could not love the little white she-cat who haunted his dreams, who haunted his days.

Of course he could not love Hopepaw.

Reality...Dreams were so much kinder, are they not? The she-cat could imagine anything, be anything, do anything in her dreams. And nobody could stop her. But then again, who was there to comfort oneself in dreams? To tell her everything would turn out okay, to reassure her, to tell her she was loved. And that she was free to love in return.

Oh StarClan...She wondered if she was making the correct choices.

Wait.

What was that? That handsome, cheeky looking brown figure who walked on the edge of her awareness. Who followed her into her dreams. The one she loved but could not love. She knew that now, and admitted it, secretly to herself.

But still.

Even if she gave up being Medicine Cat Apprentice...The Clan boundries still tore them apart. But in her dreams...

In her dreams she could freely admit her love for him.

For Robinpaw.

Like she had thought before.

Dreams are so much nicer that reality.