Oh. So we all remember how the last chapter ended, correct? 'This was just feeding the fire, wasn't it?' My clever, wordy cliffie.

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Okay, so as usual, all characters belong to Erin Hunter. I know. It's sad, but she knows how to write books and she made them so what can you do?

Jaypaw's POV

I scented the air, just to make sure I had gotten it right. Yes. I couldn't believe it. Why was she here? Why now?

Still, I heard her deep, shallow breathing. She was sleeping. Good. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to bear it if she found me on top of the hill staring at her. What on earth would I say? Placing my paws in the prints of those before me, I walked down to Moonpool. I had seen it before in my dreams, and I tried to picture it, the moon and stars reflecting on its surface. Sighing, I walked around the Moonpool, looking for a good spot to lie down. Once I was settled, I pressed my nose against the pool's cold surface and waited to be engulfed with dreams.

At first I saw nothing, and almost immediately I stiffened. This couldn't be another fire dream, could it?

But no. I could hear a voice. A very familiar one at that.

"You shouldn't have come," the voice said. I dared to look around. A tortoiseshell she-cat walked up to me, looking worried.

I blinked, fur bristling. "And I suppose you make all the decisions, these days?" I asked hotly.

Spottedleaf's gaze hardened. "It is not half-moon. Nor do you have any good reason to be here. StarClan is not ready to speak with you just yet," Spottedleaf hissed.

"If that's so, then how come I'm here?" I inquired.

Spottedleaf shook her head. Normally she was so gentle… "If I remember correctly, someone thought you could handle the power of dream walking. You can come anytime you want, unfortunately," Spottedleaf explained. She didn't like the fact that I could walk in dreams. That was obvious.

I grew suspicious. If StarClan wasn't ready to give cats advice now… If they didn't want anyone here yet… "Then Leafpool is here because?"

Spottedleaf's eyes narrowed as she glanced to her left, down a hill where Moonpool lay. Leafpool was still sleeping, nose against the water as she breathed deeply. "That is none of your concern. Leafpool has her own worries she needs to discuss and we need to help her. You, on the other hand…"

I shrugged. "Okay. I guess coming here because I had a strange fire dream and sensed a cat in the bush that Cloudtail could not smell means nothing, then," I spat, turning around.

"Wait!" Spottedleaf called. I stopped midstep. "A cat? Fire? What are you talking about?"

I felt a rush of excitement go through me as Spottedleaf sat down, waiting. Something StarClan didn't know. "Did I say that? Oh, no. Probably just the wind. And the fire? Oh that's nothing. Bad dream is all," I answered with a smirk. "See ya, Spottedleaf. Tell Bluestar I said hi!" With that I took off into the forest. "Mousebrains…"

"Jaypaw!" Spottedleaf called. I froze, pricking my ears. "Don't go looking for Leafpool. She won't be there."

I flicked my tail and ran off into the darkness.

I woke up with a start. Well that was pointless. Why had I wasted my time coming here? What would they know that I didn't? Sighing, I stood up, but stiffened. I felt an angry set of eyes burning into my pelt. "You're up," I meowed calmly.

Leafpool gave a frustrated hiss before walking over to me. "What are you doing here? Did you follow me?" she asked. There was nothing but silence. "You were walking in my dreams, weren't you? Jaypaw, how could you..."

"No. You're just assuming that. I came here for my own reasons, and just to be clear, it wasn't to follow you," I answered evenly, turning away from her in the general direction of where the hill should be.

Leafpool padded after me. "Did you have a dream, or a sign or anything?" Leafpool asked.

I shrugged. "Guess not. StarClan didn't seem to know about it. I'm probably just imagining things," I reasoned, scrambling up the hill.

"StarClan knows everything," Leafpool insisted.

I shrugged. "In this situation, their either clueless, or I'm just being unreasonable," I decided.

That seemed to make Leafpool feel better. "Yes. Maybe it was just a trick of the wind. StarClan cannot interpret things you imagine," Leafpool meowed, trying to assure herself. I kept walking back towards camp, thinking.

I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

Thinking.

Nothing seemed to make sense. Then again, nothing ever did. I knew there was something out there for me, something more than just being a medicine cat. When kits are born, they are given a choice, right? You can be a warrior, or you can be a medicine cat. Or you can run away and become a rogue or kittypet if you actually want to. For me it didn't seem to be like that. You could tell from the beginning. Oh, Jaykit's blind. We'll humor him with the idea of being a warrior, but we all know he never can. It reminded me of Cinderpelt. She had always dreamed of being a warrior, but look what happened to her. Even though Cinderpaw is here, Cinderpelt should've gotten the chance from the start.

I should've gotten the chance.

I shook my head.

I'd give anything for another life. Anything for another chance.

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Quay's POV

I was still on the moor where she had run off. It hurt. A lot. I'm not really sure how to describe it, but whatever. Better go find Roary. He'll claw my ears off if I don't tell him what happened to her, and honestly, I love my ears. Without them I'm just not as handsome.

Finally deciding she'd never come back, I turned around and headed into the forest, scenting for Roary. The wind blew my way and for a brief moment, I found it. Roary's scent.

Tensing my muscles, I bolted, fast as lightning. I loved the feeling of running. I could outrun anybody. Nobody could beat me. I'd leave them all in the dust.

However, if I'm truly being honest, I'm not good at stopping, like now for instance. I ran head-first into a large, furry white wall.

I leaped backwards, licking my now aching nose. What had I run into. I looked up and saw a cat's angular head, one with bright yellow eyes and large, extremely pointy ears pressed back against its head.

"Quay," the cat greeted in a deep, regal voice.

"Roary!" I yowled, excited to see him. I hadn't run far, either. If I had known he was this close by... "I have news!"

Roary hissed. "Well I'd hope there was a good reason for making me lose my kill," he said, eyeing me warily. He was irritated. Aw man... Roary was no fun these days.

Still, I glanced over to where he had originally been. I smelled fresh, juicy mice, but obviously I had scared them off.

Oops.

"Well, I found her!"

Roary sat down and placed his long, skinny tail over his paws. "Go on," he instructed.

I hopped on my paws, wondering whether he'd like my news. "Well, she's alive. That's a good thing. She doesn't seem all there, though. I mean, she shouldn't be acting so upset, not when she realizes her awesome brother- me - has survived. You'd think she'd be thankful," I huffed, giving my fur a few prideful licks. "But it doesn't matter. She ran off. And it was her who set the fire, most definetly." I sat down, slapping the ground softly with my tail.

Roary nodded. "Thought as much. You know why?" Roary asked.

My mouth popped open. "Uh... She said it was an accident, but I know better. Her and I played awesome tricks all the time," I piped up.

Roary shook his head. "Sure, sure. What else happened?"

I talked about everything else that she said when we fought, and everything else. Roary seemed interested and I loved storytelling. At the end we went hunting, but I cought the most, trying to make up for having him lose his kill before. Once we were done eating, Roary started talking again, which was good. The silence was awkward.

"Just keep an eye on her. I'm worried about her," Roary told me. I nodded as I finished chewing my starling.

"Well who doesn't?" I asked, smiling fondly at memories of her. I loved my sister.

Roary nodded. "Go," he told me. I swallowed, turned around and ran.

At least he didn't claw my ears off.

My paws pounded against the ground, a steady thudding as the sun rose higher, scorching my pelt. Even though the fire trick was cool, I still didn't like the heat as much as I once did.

I kept running until I made it back to where I had been before. I looked around, and quickly caught her scent. I started running again, searching for pawprints as well so I wouldn't miss any turns she had made. I crossed the moor as fast as I could, but would it even be fast enough?

Roary may not be fun anymore, but he knew what was important. We had to find her. If not for her family, then for Roary, and if not for Roary, then for me. I had always thought of her as a sister, and nothing was ever fun without her. Nothing ever felt right.

I miss her.

There it is, my amazing fourth chapter! And I even got to put Quay back in there. Okay, so now the plot really starts. Good thing, too. No more 'she's or 'her's. I'm sure you'd all love to know her name, so you'll get to find out what it is... next chapter! Thanks for reviewing! Love you guys!

Ezzy