A ginger cat marred with scars towered over my clan. With an evil glint in his eyes, and a despicable grin upon his face, he was the definition of scary. His eyes fixed upon me, and with an eerily deep voice, he growled, "ShadeStorm. You cannot do anything to help your clan. They will perish under my rule, and Thunderclan will become Storm clan." Lunging at me, he unsheathed his claws. I flinched, and braced myself for the pain his claws would inflict.....

Panting, I woke up drenched in sweat. Shaking off the nightmare, I called myself down, and tried not to wake any of my clan mates. When I had stopped breathing so heavily, I realized I should probably get up for dawn patrol.

Walking out of the den, I saw it wasn't anywhere near dawn.

"Psst. ShadeStorm. Over here!"

I heard a familiar voice. It was Sandfire, my brother. He was crowned full medicine cat two moons ago, but still hasn't gotten over the death of his former mentor, Applewhisker.

"What are you doing up so early, SandFire?"

" Um...Collecting herbs...." He sounded nervous, which was a tell-tale sign of his lying.

"Sure. In the middle of the night?" His blue eyes looked down. Our eyes were the only similarity we shared, me with a sleek black pelt, and him with black and white patches mottling his face and body.

"Uh... yeah." He looked back up at me. I could tell he was lying, but I didn't say anything.

"Ok. Wanna go for a walk?"

"No, no thanks. Gotta go."

"Go whe-" but he was already gone. Frowning at his odd mysteriousness, I headed for a walk myself.

a/n: thank you for reading this! That was a really short chapter, they will get longer.

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