Sandkit went to her den soon she was deep in dreams.

"Sandkit you have been chosen," a soft spoken cat began.

"What do you mean chosen?" Sandkit asked.

"You must bring peace to the clans. Even if it isn't every sunhigh or sundown there needs to be nights of peace,"

"Bring us peace Sandkit," a group of cats began.

"Why me! Why!" Sandkit pleaded.

"Sandkit! Are you okay!" Riverpelt the deputy asked.

"Yes, I'm fine I think," She replied questioning the dream.

"Com'on let's take you to Brownleaf, she is the medicine cat if you didn't know," Riverpelt meowed.

"Okay," She replied.

The two cats walked to Brownleaf's den. Then a group of cats walked by with one cat that nobody knew. It was Yellowwhisker, the TreeClan warrior. Soon the cats arrived at the medicine cat den. Then Riverpelt left.

"What's wrong Sandkit?" The brown cat asked.

"I'm not really sure," She replied.

"What do you mean?" Brownleaf questioned.

"I had an odd dream. You were there, and told me I had been chosen to bring us peace," She explained.

"Sandkit, if StarClan has sent you a message or a prophecy you must fulfil it. I'm a medicine cat, StarClan speaks with me often," The dark she-cat spoke.

"Okay," Sandkit meowed sounding worried.