That night, Snowpaw's dreams were muddled with the mangled bodies of his clanmates. The dream was so... vivid. One part that made his skin crawl was the shadowy figure hunched over a small gray tom with blood pooling under him. His small body was twisted in a way that couldn't be natural.

The most unsettling part, however, was that the cat  above him was smiling. And it wasn't the normal smile, it was insane. The figure twitched and looked up at him. The tom was dark brown and his eyes were deep amber. He chuckled lowly and left the battlefield in silence.

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Snowpaw rose to the feeling of a paw jabbing him in the ribs.

"Ow!" He growled with frustration. I was Icetail. She audibly stepped away. She sat down a reasonable distance away from the now aggravated tom.

"You were twitching... Is everything okay?" Snowpaw tensed up. He forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine!" The feeling of bottling up his anxiety felt... strange. He stood up and stretched, taking a gentle sniff of the air. There was a strange, almost bitter scent nearby. He shivered with discomfort and sat back down on the cold stone floor.

He closed his eyes to relax, but he closed them only to find that the images of large red creatures with bushy tails and sharp teeth were crowding his vision. Startled with realization, Snowpaw forced his eyes open again. He sensed Icetail staring at him, perplexed.

" Did you just get a-" she started, only to be cutoff by Gingertail bursting in and howling, "Foxes in the camp!" Snowpaw immediately turned his gaze to the defection of the nursery. Icetail gave him an encouraging nudge, and he was off.

Nettletail groaned in pain as she struggled to her paws, trying to escape the horrid creatures. Snowpaw herded the pregnant she-cat to the medicine den at a reasonable pace. Upon their arrival, Snowpaw scented at least three cats already inside for injuries. Nettletail collapsed in one of the mossy beds and resumed her pitiful whimpers of pain. The kits will come soon, he thought.

"Snowpaw!" Icetail's shriek drew his attention from the queen, and to the battlefield. He carefully dodged the chaos of the center, and eventually found Icetail. She was near another cat, who's scent was immediately recognized as Nightstar's. "She's losing a life" she sighed, worried, "that's her seventh."

After a while of silently staring, Icetail,hunched to over the body of her leader in a strange fashion. She murmured a few words before bolting upright and whispering in a strange, raspy voice, "RainClan did this."