Warrior cats: Ivypool: a hard choice

Chapter four

I was dreaming.
The sky was a pale blue. Not a bright light blue, but a pale blue. The were fluffy white clouds in the sky. The grass wasn't green, but it was yellow. I bright orange yellow. There were small purple flowers on the grass.
It's like I'm on Windclan territory. It's so open here, not a tree in sight. Where am I? Is there any prey for me to hunt?
I looked around for some prey. I opened my mouth and my ears. Nothing. Not a sound except for the gentle sound of the grass swaying in the soft breeze. All I could smell was air.
Wait...Cat.
I turned around to see this brown and white tom cat standing behind me.
Who is he?
"Hello ivypaw."
How dose he know my name?
"How do you-"
"I've been watching you. We've been watching you."
Ummmmmmm.............what?
"You don't need to be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." But little did she realize, she was.
"My name is hawkfrost. Ever heard of me?"
"No. Wait.......now that I think about it....yes I have. Aren't you brambleclaws brother?"
"Yes. What do you know about me?"
"That your brambleclaws brother."
"Anything else?"
"Not that I can think of."
"Do you know how I died?"
Thats what Bluestar asked me yesterday!
"No."
"Good."
Why is that good? Dose he not want me to know?"
"What is this place and why am I here?"
"Your here to have fun. To let go of all the anger you have."
"What do you mean, have fun?"
"Come on."
He started to walk away. I had no choice but to follow him.
We walked in the field for what felt like moons. Eventually he stoped and singled with his tail to a mouse in the grass.
"Show me what you can do, and I'll show you what I can do, Deal?" He whispered.
I nodded, then got into a hunters crouch.
Now!
I sprang, and caught it in one swift move. I dropped it at his paws.
"Impressive! Great catch!"
"Thanks." I said, my voice quiet.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing."
"Come on tell me."
"It's just...I've never really been praised for my catch before. It's all just been "dovepaw" but never me."
"Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know. They just like her more then they like me."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because they never praise me like they do dovepaw. And dovepaw is all they ever talk about."
"All who ever talks about?"
"Everyone. They all talk about her. They all like her better then me! Every cat!"
"Not every cat."
"Name one cat that likes me better."
"I do."
"You do?"
"Yes. From what you told me, dovepaw seeks attention. It's what she craves. It's all she's ever wanted. But you can steal the attention back."
"I can?"
"Yes."
"Will you show me how?"
"Vary soon, ivypaw, vary soon." His voice began to fade.
"No! Wait! I want to have more fun with you! Don't leave! Tell me how! Please!"
But he was gone. All that was left was his voice:
"Soon." It echoed for a while as everything started to fade.
"Hawkfrost!"