The moon slowly rose up as Fawnpaw looked at the lake. She wasn't angry or sad. She was just confused. She looked at the stars reflecting in the water, and she murmured, "You took my sister away from me."

"No, we didn't."

Fawnpaw jumped and whirled around. A white cat with big black dots marking her fur strolled up to Fawnpaw.

"W-what are you doing in my territory?!" Fawnpaw gasped, unsheathing her claws.

"Calm down. I'm here to speak to you, alright?" her bright green eyes seemed to glow. Fawnpaw noticed the way her fur shone, as if starlight was coming off it.

"Fawnpaw, StarClan sent your sister those dreams to show her…something. We didn't take her away. She's in camp right now, feeling guilty as ever."

"How do you know?" Fawnpaw asked, almost accusingly.

"What, you haven't figured out? I'm a StarClan warrior. My name is Swiftwind. Pleased to meet you." Fawnpaw stared at the she-cat, jaw dropped.

"Fawnpaw, I'm also here to deliver an important message," Swiftwind whispered, her voice gaining a note of urgency. "You cannot let your loyalties sway, okay?"

"What do you-" But Swiftwind was already gone. Fawnpaw leaped off the rock she had been sitting on and lay her head on her paws.

"What are you doing here?"

Fawnpaw looked back.

"Swiftwind-" Fawnpaw stopped. This wasn't Swiftwind, it was a completely different cat.

"Who?" Stonepaw asked.

"What are YOU doing here?" Fawnpaw retorted.

"I came here to think. I do it sometimes." Stonepaw sat down next to Fawnpaw.

"Sorry about that first time. Where I tried to kill you." Stonepaw mumbled. Fawnpaw bristled and looked away. Why was he trying to comfort her? And why was it working?

"Look, um, tomorrow's the Gathering, right?" Stonepaw asked gently, trying to start conversation.

"Oh! Right! I forgot," Fawnpaw gasped. Stonepaw smiled and looked out at the lake.

"It's very pretty, isn't it?" Stonepaw whispered. His fur brushed hers.

"I have to go back to camp," Fawnpaw stammered, getting up.

"Alright," Stonepaw replied, not taking his eyes from the lake. Then he looked at Fawnpaw and said, "How did you know my mother?" Fawnpaw stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Swiftwind. She's my mother. You said her name when you saw me."

Fawnpaw didn't know how to reply. She stuttered something, then turned and ran off. As she reached camp, she heard someone speaking. When she peeked, she was surprised to see Leafpaw sitting in the clearing alone.

"…and I want her to follow the right path, but how do I do that?" she was asking, her eyes full of anguish. Fawnpaw pushed through the gorse and Leafpaw jumped.

"Fawnpaw! Where were you?!"

"The lake." Fawnpaw felt defensive for some reason.

"I was worried. I haven't seen you since sunhigh." Leafpaw murmured, staring at Fawnpaw. She looked nervous, as if Fawnpaw was about to lash out.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Fawnpaw asked. Leafpaw smiled a smile so fake Fawnpaw could see it in her sleep.

"N-no reason. Hey, I'm tired, goodnight. See you." Leafpaw trotted into the medicine cat's den. Fawnpaw ignored the thorn of pain in her heart and walked into her den.

"Fawnpaw, where were you?" Mousepaw asked when she walked in. He look relieved that she was back.

"Lake," she replied quietly, sitting in her nest.

"I was worried," Mousepaw continued. "You missed it. Sandfall caught the biggest squirrel ever, then Daisykit ate it! ALL of it! Can you believe the nerve of that kit? I can't imagine sharing dens with her. She'll eat us!" Mousepaw joked. Then he settled down next to Fawnpaw.

"Are you really okay? You look tired."

"Hello? I've been sitting at the lake since sunhigh. I'm sleepy!" Fawnpaw snapped. Mousepaw flinched and settled down.

"Sorry."

"No, it's not your fault…sorry for shouting." Fawnpaw curled up. She felt absolutely exhausted and scared for some reason. She closed her eyes and let sleep engulf her. As soon as she shut her eyes, a sound rang in her ears.

"Huh?" Fawnpaw mumbled.

"Wake up," someone called. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Fawnpaw scrambled to her paws, smoke filling her sight. She coughed, looking around.

"Am I dreaming?" she panted. She looked around the den and saw Mousepaw and Juniperpaw sleeping. She turned and bit her tail, and pain shot through it. Terror exploded in Fawnpaw and she screeched,

"FIRE!"

Mousepaw and Juniperpaw shot up, looking around wildly.

"Fire! Fire!" Fawnpaw wailed. "Sound the alarm and wake up Flightstar and Shadowstream!" Fawnpaw burst out of the den, wailing and shouting with Mousepaw and Juniperpaw. Warriors began streaming out of their dens.

"What's going on?" Wolfmask gasped.

"Fire," Juniperpaw replied. "Get out! Run! Get the elders!" Warriors shot around camp, calling out to their Clanmates. Flames began to lick the camp. Flightstar ordered a patrol of cats out into the forest and beckoned the other cats. Fawnpaw whirled around and spotted Leafpaw, staring at a flaming branch in terror.

"Leafpaw!" Fawnpaw screamed. She raced over to her sister, lungs aching.

"Leafpaw! Move! We need to get out!" Leafpaw just slowly looked at her sister and whispered,

"It's a bad omen, Fawnpaw. They're…angry at us, but why?"

"No time! RUN!" Fawnpaw shoved Leafpaw and began running.

"W-wait for us!"

Fawnpaw turned and spotted Daisykit, Splashkit, and Berrykit.

"Where's Flamethroat?!" Leafpaw gasped.

"She left," Spashkit whimpered.

"Leafpaw, grab Daisykit. I'll get Berrykit. Splashkit, can you keep up with us?"

"Yes," he squeaked, eyes wide with fear.

"Good. Now out! Out!" Fawnpaw demanded. They raced through the forest, struggling to keep up with the other cats. Leafpaw's previous words echoed in her mind.

"It's a bad omen. They're angry at us, but why?"