Chapter Eight
Thymeflower P.O.V

So far, I think telling the others about my dream went well. Robinmuzzle and Tallgrass hadn't argued and were both completely engrossed, while Fogfoot sat there with his mouth open so wide he could catch flies. That happened twice.

"... And then we woke up." I finished, watching my friends reactions carefully.

"OH. MY. STARCLAN," Tallgrass yowled. "You two must have crazy-awesome super powers or somethin'!"

"I don't think-" Falcontalon begins only to be shushed when Tallgrass shoves her tail in his mouth.

"WHAT IF THEY CAN FLY?!" Fogfoot yowls. "THAT WOULD BE AWESOME!"

"We can't fly mouse-brain." I growl, rolling my amber eyes agitatedly.

"What in StarClan's name are you lot doing?"

We all jumped half a mile at Cloudedstar's voice. The pale grey tom wrinkles his nose quizzically, while the patrol of cats behind him swap worried glances.

"Um..." Robinmuzzle begins, his eyes darting for an excuse.

"WE'RE LEARNING TO FLY!" Fogfoot prances around the group of cats, a huge grin plastered to his face.

"We are not learning to fly!" Tallgrass whines. "I CAN'T EVEN CLIMB TREES!"

Snorts of laughter erupt from the patrol, even Cloudedstar looks amused. The patrol of cats carry on, giggling at our little group as they disappear through the bushes.

"That was too close," Robinmuzzle relaxes. "Good distraction, Fogfoot."

"Yeah... Distraction..." Fogfoot's silver eyes dart from side to side, as if expecting someone to accuse of him of being serious.

Rolling my eyes, I lead everyone back into camp, Fogfoot bouncing around the group as we went. The grey tom follows his brother to see Morningcloud, their mother. The milky ginger she-cat looks up as they approach, only to start hissing and screaming at poor Fogfoot.

"GET AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM MY KITS!" She lashes out at her son, blocking him from sight of his youngest siblings.

Silver eyes wide with hurt, the grey tom bounds back over to us, half-hiding behind Falcontalon, head and tail drooped miserably.

Silver eyes are an omen of death, so as soon as Fogfoot opened his eyes he was discarded and treated like dirt. That was, until he met me of course. We became friends instantly, Robinmuzzle and Falcontalon following suit. Three moons after, Tallgrass was born; and became the final member of our group.
The grey tom was trembling, and he looked like he wanted to burst into tears. "Why won't she love me?" He mutters miserably, lying down and curling his tail around his nose. To my surprise, Tallgrass nuzzles the saddened tom lightly before regaining herself and trotting over to the fresh-kill pile like she'd never touched him.

Robinmuzzle returns, tufts of fur sticking up on his head from where Morningcloud went into a licking frenzy. Holding back snorts of laughter, I watch as Tallgrass trots back up, a squirrel and a mouse dangling from her jaws. The brown she-cat stops abruptly and widens her yellow eyes in confusion and amusement.

"So, about your dreams then you two." Robinmuzzle sits down, oblivious to Tallgrass' snorts of amusement.

"I don't know what to make of them." Falcontalon admits, narrowing his eyes in concentration.

"Are they a bad omen?" Tallgrass regains her sanity and drops the prey on the floor before smoothing down Robinmuzzle's head.

"They might be." I reply hesistantly.

I hope they aren't a bad omen.

I don't want to hurt my Clanmates.

A/N: Kidstripe: Sorry, I'm not accepting OCs, I've got all the characters I need. Thank you! I'll try to upload a chapter a day!

Next chapter is Shadowheart's P.O.V.