The she-cat crept up on the small, unsuspecting mouse. She twitched her ears, being careful not to disturb it. This is one that won't get away! She thought. Sunshine filtered through the trees, dappling the ground. The young cat slunk forward and then...Snap! A twig cracked under her paw. Looking up, the mouse's beady eyes went wide. With a squeak, it ran off into the undergrowth. "Mousedung!" The she-cat spat angrilly.
"Did you get it?" A voice called. A bundle of black fur hurtled through the trees. It was Soulcatcher. The young warrior was taking her hunting because her mentor was sick. "No." The she-cat sighed. A young ginger apprentice padded next to Soulcatcher. "You should have caught that one, Dreampaw. It practicly leapt into your paws!" she growled. Soulcatcher looked at the ginger apprentice. "Quiet, Flickerpaw." he growled.
Flickerpaw shrugged her shoulders and gave her chest a lick. Soulcatcher looked at Dreampaw. "Though she is right." He mewed. "You should have caught that. Have you practiced hunting for the last few days?" Dreampaw stared at Soulcatcher. "Yes." She replied. "Don't blame me! I stepped on a twig, that's all!" Flickerpaw snorted. "Are you kidding?" The ginger apprenitce hissed. "You were making so much noise, a deaf cat could have heard you from the other end of the forest!"
Dreampaw dug her claws into the ground, for it was the only thing she could do to keep from attacking. "Freak." She heard Flickerpaw murmur, which only made Dreampaw ever angrier. She knew that all the cats in Thunderclan thought she was a freak. All the apprentices in the den had said so. For however impossible it seemed, she could see into the future.
Dreampaw had this gift for as long as she could remember. As a kit, she had a strange feeling come over her. Suddenly, she saw a vision of a tiny kit falling into the river, a cat hurtling after it. When she was five moons old, this vision came true. Her sister had been playing to close to the river, and had fallen in. Dreampaw's mother went in after her. None of them survived, and Dreampaw was left alone. Her father was a rogue, so she had no one.
After this, every cat in Thunderclan had called her a freak. She had many visions, but not one made sense. "Hello, Dreampaw!" Dreampaw snapped out of her daydream and saw Flickerpaw's eyes staring at her. She jumped back, making Flickerpaw roll her eyes. "You daydream to much." she growled. Dreampaw looked at Soulcatcher, seaking comfort. Though she knew it would happen, the black tom turned his blue gaze away.
"We'd better get back to camp." Soulcatcher mewed. Flickerpaw sniffed and stormed past Dreampaw. Soulcatcher hurried after her, leaving Dreampaw alone. Eventually, the golden apprentice got up and padded after them slowly. She didn't care wheather they got to camp first or not. No cat liked her at all.
Just then, Dreampaw felt a strange feeling come over her. The world around her faded, and was replaced by the camp. She saw a kit, his silver fur gleeming gently in the sunlight. She reconized this kit as Silverkit. He was teetering close to the edge of a stone wall. Too close. "Silverkit!" she cried. Dreampaw hurtled forward to reach the silver tabby tom, but another cat hurtled into the camp. Silverkit started to fall off the edge jjust as the cat reached his side. It was her!Dreampaw tried to reach him again, but the camp vanished.
Dreampaw was in the forest. The sun still shone in a robin's egg blue sky. "I must get to camp!" she cried. The golden apprentice hurtled into the trees, making it into the camp. She saw Silverkit on the edge of the wall. "No!" she cried. Dreampaw lunged forward just as the tabby tom started to fall.
Will Dreampaw reach Silverkit in time? Will Thunderclan reconize Dreampaw for who she is? Keep reading to see:)
Also, read the clan. I need idea for mentors.