Chapter 2: Stranger

IM SOOOOOOO SORRRYYYY! I took so long to complete this chapter I promise to be quicker in the future!

-Maya

Ivypool woke in a cold sweat, looking around the warrior's den she saw it was clean. That was weird. Usually when she had that nightmare the warrior's den was strewn with moss and cats groaning because she might have kicked someone in her sleep. But today it was perfectly clean.

She stretched and yawned just as Dovewing poked her head in the den. "Ivypool you're on dawn patrol with me," She said cheerfully. "Nice," replied Ivypool. She followed her sister into the camp. The dawn patrol consisted of her and Dovewing, Bramblestar and Sandstorm.

Ivypool yawned as the patrol left the camp. They were set to check the WindClan boarders, but some cats back at camp wondered why we even bother everyone has been quite rattled since the Dark Forest came.

They did anyway though and they met a Windclan patrol. All they did was nod politely to each other and walk off. But when they came back that's when the action started.

As the patrol walked back to camp it seemed bright and sunny in the ThunderClan woods. Almost cheerful. Almost. There was a creepy feeling that everything was watching Ivypool. Everything every step.

Then Dovewing straightened her ears. The patrol froze, silence. Ivypool started sniffing the air, she smelled it. A burnt almost nerve racking smell, all of the rest of the patrol smelled it too.

They got into a crouching defensive position, sniffing the air and looking around.

Ivypool turned around looking into a clearing behind her, and saw it. A cat. A cat with a bright yellow fur, almost blinding, black bits on one ear and the cat's tail. The cat was facing away from the patrol, so Bramblestar started walking toward the fellow. "What are you doing in ThunderClan territory?" he growled. Probably some lost kitty-pet he thought, will go running when they see the big old, scary, cannibalistic forest cats. He mentally chuckled, kitty-pets.

But what they heard was not what they expect. The cat spoke without turning around he laughed/said, "Hello, Ivypool, Dovewing, Sandstorm, Bramblestar, I thought you would ask that." Then he turned around. The patrol gasped. The cat had a huge gruesome gouge down his eye, looking infected. Just then Ivypool recognized that voice as the voice from her dream.