Crowpaw started. "M-my warrior ceremony?!?" She exclaimed, jolting up.
She was numb with disbelief as she padded over to tell Tortoisefoot. He was asleep. Typical.
She padded back to her little den, fearing for the dreams she had lately, before slipping into a deep slumber.
Crowpaw padded through the thick forest, smelling all the scents and seeing all the colors of the wonderful forest. She knew what would happen next in her dream, however.
A small, brown-pelted cat stood in a clearing, the sunshine dappling it's pelt.
"Who are you?" asked Crowpaw, but she knew she would get no response.
The cat simply dissolved into starlight, and Crowpaw smelled it. Blood.
Soon, she was washed away in a flood of the red liquid, filling her ears and nose and mouth. She yowled for help, but got no response. Just as about she thought she would drown,
she woke.
(gooodnight)