Sandpaw awoke in a bright shinning forest, with delicious smells and scents all around her. She knew where she was. She came here every night to train with a StarClan cat. At least somebody appreciated her. Sandpaw thought. All the cats ever do is watch her friends and completely ignore her, but she'd show them. Her fighting moves were fine, and her hunting was the best in the clan, but now since StarClna were on her side, she'd beat that dumb Cloverpaw, and show her ungrateful clanmates what she could do, because she was obviously the most talented cat in the forest. As she was thinking about her master plan for revenge, a dark silhouette caught her eye. Her Starclan mentor was arriving. He came almost every night to her in her dreams and trained her. He taught her the importance of winning, and how to carry out devious plans on her enemies, and all the perfect places in the forest for ambushes.

"Greetings, Sandpaw." Her mentor meowed.

"Hello, Breezepelt!" Sandpaw meowed cheerfully. The best parts of her day was falling asleep so that she could train with him. She knew that he had been killed in the great battle, killed by a dark forest cat, taking revenge on the clans, and even training living cats to be traiters! How could they? Sandpaw knew that she would never betray her clan, or friends, however annoying they were. And neither did Breezepelt. He stuck with WindClan until his final breath, and still watching over them in StarClan. He was a true warrior. If he were still alive, she'd want to be his mate. Of course, she does have many options back in ThunderClan, with almost every single tom cat mooning over her, and she couldn't blame them. She was gorgeous, unlike some cats.

"Sandpaw! Stop day dreaming and get back to the lesson!" Snapped Breezepelt, snapping her attention back to her surroundings. "How am I supposed to make you the most feared warriror the forest has ever seen if you can't even pay attention for second!"

"I'm sorry, Breezepelt, it won't happen again, I promise."

"You better not..." Mumbled Breezepelt. "Well? Don't just sit there! Start training!"

So they trained all night long, this time more brutally than most nights, and Sandpaw knew that the scratches that she earned will stay with her even when she woke up, because even though it was a dream, it was real.

Sandpaw stalked across the clearing, obviously in one of her moods. As Cloverpaw padded toward her, Bramblestar appeared out of his den, looking upset about something. He then padded foward, passing Cloverpaw without even looking at her, and stopping in front of Sandpaw, who looked up startled, as if she didn't notice him until then. He started whispering to her, but so very quietly than even Sandpaw looked like she was straining to hear. When her leader left Sandpaw, Cloverpaw padded to her frienemie's side, she wanted to know what was going on.

"Sandpaw, what was that all about?" She asked.

"What?" Replied Sandpaw, "oh, right. Um, it was nothing, just some... ideas for, um, my fighting..."

"Oh, well, good luck with that. Wanna come hunting with me? I could use the help, you're like, the best hunter." Cloverpaw offered.

"Sure? I guess it would do me good, to clear my head." Mumbled Sandpaw.

"Great! I was think we could hunt by the ShadowClan border, the squirrels there are the fatest and the juciest." Meowed Cloverpaw, while picking up her pace until they were running out of the thorn tunnel and in to the forest near the border. When they arrived, they instinctly dropped into their hunting crouches and within moments they each caught a squirrel and buried them to save for later.

"Can I ask you something?" Asked Sandpaw. "Why are you so good? Like at fighting, making friends, even your hunting isn't that pitiful."

"I don't really know. For fighting, every cat knows Lionblaze is like, the best fighter, and I guess I'm just friendly and I work really hard to improve all my skills." Replied Cloverpaw, somewhat awkwardly.

"No one notices me." Meowed Sandpaw. "When we were.. humans... I was way more popular than you, but now... I don't like not being in the spotlight." She confessed.

"Sandpaw, we can't always have what we want. Let's just focus on getting our warrior names, and finding what happened when we became cats." Cloverpaw meowed. "Why don't we meet up here with Willowpaw and Brightpaw tonight and try to figure it out."

When they returned to camp, they found a surprise waiting for them. Every cat stood like stone and no cat spoke. Just then, Bramblestar spoke.

"Squirrelflight is dead!"