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Review Reply: mooncloud- Yeah, as soon as I read my review I could see the possibility. I'm definitely going to work that in. It'll throw in an interesting plot twist. Hmm, names. Probably two, Stone/Stormkit and Dustkit maybe. I'll think about it and let you know if I get any more.

Goldenpaw's POV

I loped away from the WindClan warriors, feeling my heart throwing itself repeatedly at my chest. What's happening to me? I asked myself, wondering why I had talked to the apprentice in the first place.

The WindClan tom had padded through my dreams the previous night, giving me affectionate looks and smiles, touching his nose to mine. I had awoken terrified, knowing that something was wrong with me. Ever since I had seen him at the Gathering last night, I hadn't stopped thinking about him. He was handsome, and from what I heard, caring and friendly.

I mentally shook myself. I knew the warrior code; I couldn't fall in love with a WindClan cat. WindClan was weak and pathetic. I would do much better with a RiverClan cat.

I tossed my head and stalked into the camp. Needletooth was snapping orders at kits, Blizzardclaw was sharing tongues in a corner of the camp, and the other apprentices were huddled by our den, whispering among themselves. They hadn't seen me enter, so I slipped silently behind one.

"If we kill her in her sleep no one would know it was us," one apprentice hissed.

"Yes they would! It's isn't a secret we hate the little freak!" Another snarled in reply.

"Have you seen her eyes?" the youngest asked. "They change color!"

"Who are you talking about?" I asked, popping up behind them. I had heard enough. The reaction was hilarious. They all jumped, staring at me with huge eyes, the expression on each face identical. They had been talking about me.

I smiled. "It's getting late, night!"

They stared at me in shock as I entered the den, settling myself in my nest of moss. I cackled quietly to myself, knowing that I would be perfectly safe tonight. They would think I had told Blizzardclaw or Needletooth.

When I had nothing to keep me occupied, my thoughts turned to Dirtpaw again. How calm he had seemed while talking to me. It wasn't normal.

Dirtpaw trotted in front of me, looking back and purring each time I called out to him.

"Come on, Goldenpaw," he called. "Keep up!"

I ran faster, but I didn't get any closer. I cried out as brambles tore through my fur.

The picture changed. A pretty tortoiseshell stood in front of me smiling.

"Goldenpaw," she said. "It's nice to meet you."

I glared at her. "What do you want?" I asked, being as unfriendly as possible.

"You are one of the four," she said.

"The what?" I snapped.

"The four," she repeated. "You have to find the others."

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked snobbishly. "Ask every cat in the forest if they received at dream from a tortoiseshell cat telling them they are one of the four?"

"No, you will know who they are when you see them." The she-cat padded away into the darkness, and I jerked awake.

A picture of Dirtpaw filled my mind. I wondered if he was one of the four, but shook it off. I had to come to terms with my own mind. I needed to work out my own problems first.

The most important one was that I was in love with Dirtpaw.

Well, you know why she was being so nice to him. Just to clear up the record, they aren't really related, so there's no incest. Everything will be explained about that.

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