Fernkit was dreaming.
She was standing in the centre of Treeclan camp, only the trees around it were much smaller.

Suddenly, cats started streaming in.
Though it was a bright morning, she couldn't see the cats. They were as visible as black cats hiding in the shadows on a new moon at midnight.

A small white she- kit ran to the nursery.
She looks familiar. Fernkit thought.
Then she was attacked.
A big she- cat jumped on her back, pinning her down.

"Help!" She tried to wail, but the bigger cat was pressing her muzzle into the ground so she couldn't speak.
The she- cat bit down on her neck, and Fernkit heard a snap and a yowl.
"Mousepaw!"
Then it all went black.

Fernkit blinked awake.
She was in a lush meadow.
She stood up to look around and she saw a pool.

Her throat was terribly dry, so she went to drink.
When she leaned her head over, she saw more fighting cats.
Almost invisible cats fighting clan cats.
She saw three dead bodies on the ground.
Two full grown and one small one. Apprentice size.

Almost as soon as the fighting started, it stopped.
The shadow- like cats disappeared, leaving the clan cats to wash their wounds.
She glanced at the small white kit and instantly recognized her.
Waterheart?

Sorry for the really short chapter.
The next one should be longer.
(P.S I changed the ending of the prologue, so you might want to check it out.)

Bye for now!!!
-Meowlia