Heather breathed in the scents of the early dawn. Her brother, Grass, had opened his eyes finally not too long ago, so their mother, Daisy, had allowed them outside the Nursery. Heather loved watching the sun rise, and the birds chirping to one another. She closed her eyes, feeling calm.
"Watch out!" A cry came behind her. Heather snapped open her eyes, and whirled around to see Bramble's kits, River and Tiger, crashing toward her. She leaped out of the way, and they rolled past her, wrestling in the clearing.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" She called out. The two kits were much bigger than her and Grass, with a couple moons left before they became apprentices. She shook her head and sighed. Grass often teased her about her acting so mature. She had to admit, she sometimes felt like she was as mature as Blossom, the clan's leader. Heather looked up to her. She was so brave, pretty, not to mention caring.
"Oof!" As she was lost in her thoughts, Grass had ran straight into her from behind. She yelped and was pushed down. "Hah hah! Evil cat, I have caught you!" Grass meowed triumphantly.
"Get off!" Heather snapped, rising up on her hind legs. Grass slid off.
"Aw...Sis, c'mon…."
She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll play one round."
Grass perked up. "Yay! You be the invader, and I'll save the group!"
Heather dipped her head, then padded off near the center of the clearing. "Ready!" She called to her brother. Around her, the camp was becoming more alive as cats woke up. At the far end, a large tree stood. One of the higher branches was where Blossom stood when she called meetings. At the base, a hole was placed in the trunk, roots making a wind-breaker. That was where Blossom made her nest. Next to it was two rocks, pushed together at an angle, making Moss's den in between. Next to the Nursery was the apprentice's den, then the warrior's. Thorn, the deputy, slept with the warrior's. She smiled. It was nice in camp, the sun warming her pelt. In the middle of the clearing, a few pieces of prey were laid. The hunting patrols hadn't been sent out yet, so there wasn't much prey.
"Gotcha!" Grass yowled, leaping on top of her.
"Eep!" She yelped, rolling over. "Grass! You scared me!"
"It's not my fault, you have your head in the clouds! You were gazing around camp, not focused on attacking, so I took the chance to capture you!" He huffed. "You're no fun to play with, you're always daydreaming. I'm going to play with River and Tiger." With that, he went off toward the older kits. Heather looked after him, crestfallen. She couldn't help being so distracted! There was so much to see! Like how the leaves moved ever so gracefully when the wind blew them a certain way! Or the smell of fresh dew on the grass! Or….She shook her head. "You're doing it again!" She hissed to herself. She sighed, then went back into the Nursery.
Heather opened her eyes, and found herself in a valley. She looked around, surprised. 'Where was she? This had to be a dream,' She thought. It was the only logical explanation. Suddenly, a burst of light filled the sky. She squinted against the brightness of the light, and when it had dispersed, she could make out six cats on the hilltop. One had a white glow around her, the one next to her had an orange glow around her, next to that cat was one with a blue glow around him, the one next to him had a green glow around him, and the one next to him had a light blue glow around her. Heather felt drawn to the one with a light blue glow. But beside her, there was a cat with black smoke around him. She shivered when she saw him. The kit suddenly became aware of presences next to her. She looked to her left, and saw three other cats. She couldn't make out their markings, but she could tell the closest one to her was a tom, and from her group, the one next to him was another tom with Hawkclan's scent on him, and the cat next to him was a she-cat, and from Hawkclan as well. She widened her eyes, and with a flash of light, she woke up again, this time in the real world.