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I am Dakrai: OH HECK NO HOLLY. YOU DO NOT USE MY CATS IN YOUR DREAMS.

Onestar: He does have a point.

Darkrai: I also brought a fiend along. ONESTAR. FRICKEN THE BEST CLAN LEADER EVER. BEHIND FIRESTAR.

Onestar: Excuse me?

Darkrai: Nothing...

Things had taken quite a few changes since the two newly made warriors told there family about the prophecy. Border patrols had been sent more often, as well as hunting patrols. It seemed like no cat had gotten a decent night of sleep in over a moon.

Frosthawk walked into the warriors den, and fell sleep as soon as his body flopped down.

"Frosthawk, welcome." Frosthawk turned around, the tree line seeming to enclose the grassy patch he was standing in. His eyes focused on a gray tom that was sitting behind him. He relaxed, but was still alert. This cat had never met him in his dreams before.

"At ease, young warrior. I am Onestar - a leader from the time of Firestar and the other cats that have visited you before. There is no need to be alarmed."

Frosthawk relaxed, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws. "Do you have a message to give to me?" Another cat, one that was limping heavily, sat down next to the gray cat. Her brown pelt sparkled in the light.

"Unlike some of our other friends, we are more straightforward. I am Cinderpelt, a medicine cat long forgotten to history." Frosthawk sat there, awaiting what was to happen next.

Onewhisker spoke up again. "You and Cherrystorm must travel to wear the moon sets, and the lake that it rests in." Frosthawk thought about this for amoment. "The moon pool?" Cinderpelt shook her head.

"No, you must travel to the clan that has always had a definitive affiliation with the oldest cats that lie within the sky." I remembered a tale that I had been told by an elder once. "Skyclan?" Onewhisker purred in amusement.

"Close. But you must find the clan that not even the cats of Starclan know about. You must find the ancient beasts. They shall give you the answer." Hawkfrost took a step back, his mouth opened wide in surprise. "The legend beasts are all dead!"

Cinderpelt sighed, shaking her head. "No. They just live far away, beyond the reach of the two legs. If you follow the moon, you shall find the resting place of the clan." Her voice was getting quieter. "Wait!" But before I could say anything else, my eyes opened in the real world.

"Wake up Frosthawk. Morning patrol." It was Cherrystorm, who sounded sleepy despite the night of rest she had just awoken from. Frosthawk let out a yawn, and stretched before joining the white she cat outside of the warriors den.

The grass beneath his paws seemed dry - which was quite unusual. Frosthawk didn't think about it again - he was already rushing out of the gorse tunnel to catch up to Cherrystorm. "I had another dream last night."

Cherrystorms ears perked up at this. "Really? What did it say?" Frosthawk sighed. "We need to journey to wear the legend beats live. Where the moon rests in the lake." Cherrystorm stared at him. "What's a 'legend beast?'" Frosthawk sighed.

"Cats long lost to history. Lions. Jaguars. Tigers." Cherrystorm didn't seem all that worried. "Oh? All we have to do is follow the moon?" Frosthawk shook his head. "For some reason, I don't believe that it is just us - "

Frosthawk was cut off as Stoneclaw let out a howl, and both cats realized what had happened. A Riverclan patrol had leapt on the patrol, and was attacking without any signs of letting up. Frosthawk was knocked to the ground by a silver she cat, who was clawing at his belly.

Frosthawk let out a howl, and used his back legs to kick his assailant off. Hawkfrost heard a yowl, and a orange pelt knocked the she cat to the ground. "Amberfur!" The clans deputy was nibbling at the cats hind laws, sending her yowling into the underbrush.

Cherrystorm and a black tom rolled between the deputy and the warrior, sending Frosthawk scrambling out of the way. Amberfur was helping Stoneclaw, who had been keeping two warriors at bay.

Frosthawk yowled, throwing himself at a pale collared she cat that had just emerged from the underbrush. He cuffed her hard on the head, but the she cat had been ready. She swiped at his stomach, causing the gray fur to turn red as the blood swelled from the gash.

And as suddenly as it had began, it ended. The Riverclan patrol dashed off into the bushes, leaving the Thunderclan patrol behind. Frosthawk sighed, his cut stinging. He looked around to find Cherrystorm on the ground. "Cherrystorm!"

The gray tom dashed over to her, but she had already started to get up. "Ewwwwww, I've got fur in my mouth!" Frosthawk couldn't keep from purring in amusement. He rubbed his muzzled along hers, and her eyes shined. "Did you see him run away? I scared him good!"

Frosthawk realized that his clan mates were not joining in the celebration. They were all crowded around the limp body of Amberfur. Both Frosthawk and Cherrystorm froze n horror.

Amberfur was dead.

"Frosthawk, I need a word." Frosthawk looked up from his fresh kill. "Yes Hazelstar?" Thr clan leader stared at him solemnly. "Frosthawk, I want you to be the next deputy." Frosthawk let his jaw open in surprise. "What? I'm only a brand new warrior!"

Hazelstar purred in amusement. "You and my daughter have seen the visions that the forest will burn. We as well see them, but not nearly as clear. I need the clan to not question your authority when the time comes for the disaster. If you are deputy, then you will be respected. I would have chosen by daughter, but I did not want to be seen as picking favorites."

Frosthawks head was spinning. Deputy? He was only a junior warrior!

There was only one question. He knew he was loyal to the clan, but was the clan going to accept him? Was he ready to lead the clan?