"GAH!" Waterfang yowled as he felt his body toss and turn in an endless current of water. Blood roared in his ears, the wind howling as the rain sliced into the earth, mud growing on the banks. He tried to reach out for help, but water choked his body and filled his lungs. He saw another she-cat struggling with him, her orange fur wet and muddy.

"Help..." He struggled to get to the surface, but a strong current pulled him down. He couldn't even swim in the water and he was a RiverClan cat.

"This is how you die," A voice he could remember echoed in his ears and scorched his body, "And this is how everyone shall die!"

"NO-" Waterfang gasped as a wave threw him underwater, sticks and stones scraping his body. A sharp piece of wood slashed through his head, and pain exploded within him. The cat cried out once, before plummeting underwater and never resurfacing.

"Face it Waterfang," The voice laughed coldly, "Nobody can save you now." A large flash of lightening struck the water, and flashbacks thundered through his bones, eagles, rogues, mists, blood, explosions, and at once the world turned red as blood.

"AHH!!" Waterfang screamed, jolting awake on his bedding. His heart beat faster every second as he laid there gasping for breath. For seconds, he just laid there, listening to the irritating ringing noise in his ears, following by the snores of the warriors around him.It was just a dream, he thought to himself, shake it off. He stood up, looking down as his ruffled fur and ripped moss. Claw marks left scars in the earth, leaving little lines of four scratches. Pain bubbled on his head badly. Waterfang pushed his pads into the pain on his head, but came back wet with red liquid. Blood? His scar doesn't bleed anymore, or wasn't supposed to bleed after what happened moons ago. Waterfang glanced up at the night sky. The moon was on the far side, like a moon-set.

"It isn't even morning," He sighed, stretching his hind legs that fell asleep. He suddenly felt someone stir awake, and turned to look at his mate, Echolight.

"You're awake now?" She yawned, looking up to Waterfang with eyes of confusion. He couldn't lie to her though.

"Bad dream. That's what woke me up, but I'm okay."

"You're actually bleeding. Perhaps there's a thorn in your nest, hold on," She meowed, standing up to look at his ripped bedding.

"What the-"'

"Bad dream," He said again. Echolight looked at him in horror.

"That doesn't usually happen, but," She lowered her nose to the ground, then came back up with a piece of sharp piece of familiar wood, "Found it," Waterfang gasped, as flashback to the dream made him shudder. At once, he lost the feeling in himself, and collapsed under his own weight.

"Waterfang!" She stumbled over to him. He was sweating now, and his eyes only locked on the piece of wood.

"That was the wood i saw in my dreams, how-"

"Are you ok?" She asked nudging him.

"Yes, thanks," Waterfang rested his nose on her cheek, "Sorry i scared you, but something is wrong."

"What are you going to do?" Echolight cocked her head, "I don't even know what it means."

"Let me talk to Berryspot and Shimmerstar, they can help me understand what's coming."