Slenderclan
"Uh, this smell? I'm definitely in Shadowclan this time."
"We definitely need to know what is going on in Graystripe's dream and wake him up," said a badger.
"Starclan agrees with you. The only problem lies in us. Yellowfang volunteered last time and look what happened to her."
"Which means we need to send someone who won't be affected by his dreams."
"We don't even know who is capable of telling us what is going on and who can wake him up."
The Starclan cats keep arguing with each other until someone unexpected spoke up.
"I'll volunteer."
"Blackstar?"
"Why are you helping Graystripe?"
"Yeah, you're not even close."
"You even in different clans."
"I don't know, maybe I just want to see how funny my clan is in his dream?"
Everybody knows he's dreaming about Shadowclan now, based on what he is muttering about.
"Alright, you can go."
Graystripe was running away from multiple faceless cat, all where their faces should be was blank, simply blank except for open, grinning mouths, saying something. "Why is Shadowclan like this?!" He yowled before crashing into a cat. "Blackstar?!"
This one was different. The white tom turned his head before grinning. Uh, run? Graystripe immediately sprinted away from the leader, running an oddly familiar path. "This is the path Firestar and I took when we were apprentices! Maybe, I can-No! There will be more faceless cats there!" He turned away from the path.
He ran for what seem like hours, his legs starting to burn. Eventually, he bumped into Blackstar...again? He became even more desperate, running even faster despite his tired legs.
"Wait!"
"Wait!" Blackstar yelled as the gray cat's form disappeared in the bushes. "Why did he run-Wha!" A cat that look exactly like himself had rammed right into him, before picking himself up and continued charging.
"Was that me?"
Graystripe had ran into a barricade of rocks. Blackstar had slowed into a walk, enjoying himself. Ten paces away, he open his mouth. "It can't be. But...come to think of it, the faceless cats were saying some-oh no."
"Don't do it."
Comes right in front of him, with mouth wide.
"Do not eat my face."
Mouth opens a lot wider.
"Do not eat my-"
Blackstar panted as he watched Graystripe's was ripped off, the tom yowling in pain before fainting.
"You ate his face, Blackstar? Wait a second, so I ate his face? No, no. This is confusing me." His doppelganger turned to him, snicking as he found another prey. "Uh, gotta go." Blackstar disappeared, almost losing his face in the process.
Original, not really.