Nightraven had an odd dream; she didn't know why or how, but she was in a forest of which was pitch black, the ground spattered with blood. She shuddered as she saw a river of which was blood red and the scent of blood and death lingered in the air. She padded through the forest slowly. She heard yowling and hissing around her and she thought she heard something chasing her, and so she picked up the pace; she trotted away but the trot soon picked up into a run. She fell into a river of blood of which took her downstream. She couldn't make her way to the surface; she just kept sinking and soon, she couldn't see anything.
She woke up in the middle of the night, quietly gasping to breathe and she felt heavy with that thick water, of which just happened to be blood. She shuddered and tried to sleep again, hoping she wouldn't have the same dream again. She couldn't sleep, but she just relaxed so it looked as if she were sleeping. What was with that dream? she thought in horror. She didn't want to tell anyone, not even her closest friend for she feared they'd think she was crazy or think she should be a medicine cat, even though she's already chosen the path of a warrior from the start.
She woke up in the middle of the night, quietly gasping to breathe and she felt heavy with that thick water, of which just happened to be blood. She shuddered and tried to sleep again, hoping she wouldn't have the same dream again. She couldn't sleep, but she just relaxed so it looked as if she were sleeping. What was with that dream? she thought in horror. She didn't want to tell anyone, not even her closest friend for she feared they'd think she was crazy or think she should be a medicine cat, even though she's already chosen the path of a warrior from the start.
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