Foxstorm was on guard duty.

Very boring, very tiring guard duty.

She shifted her seating for what seemed the hundredth time and let out an extended yawn. It wasn't like anybody ever tried to sneak in. The Sunclan camp was thickly surrounded by sharp brambles and thorns, so the only reasonable entrance was the main tunnel hidden in the bushes. And it was physically impossible for a cat to fly through the tall trees into the camp. So, in conclusion, it was pretty much pointless for a Sunclan night guard.

Foxstorm's eyelids began to droop. She wondered if Fawnstar would be mad if she took off guard duty early? It would only be by half an hour or so...

Her gaze moved to the warrior's den. It was a large den made up of bushes and woven brambles, to protect the cats inside from rain or snow. It also did manage to trap heat inside with the leaves, which didn't help in the Green-Leaf warmth.

She let out another yawn and made up her mind to get the next cat, Sandhawk. She barely lifted a single paw when suddenly something grabbed her by the shoulders and a single long claw was pressed against her throat.

"Don't say a word," a voice hissed in her ear.

Foxstorm gulped and managed a nod, staring at the deadly claw less than an inch from killing her. Her trembling paws were slick with sweat as she realized this cat barely had a scent and she couldn't see him. For a split second she thought he was Starclan, but as the claw moved closer the only terrified thing she could think was, This cat could be from the Place With No Stars!

Suddenly she was yanked backwards through the tunnel, the claw still pressed against her vulnerable windpipe.

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A few minutes later after Foxstorm was thrust away by the could-be cat from The Place of No Stars, Breezetail was woken up with his paws drenched in sweat and his heart thudding. Funny, he had no memory of his dream, or any dream at all last night.

He shivered and decided he could just grab a mouse or something to calm himself down. Careful not to disturb the other warriors, he clambered out of the den and into the moonlight of the three-quarter moon.

The second he stepped out, he realized something was wrong. Though he had no clue what the problem was. He stood in the middle of the camp like a mouse-brain, dumbfounded.

Then it hit him-

There was no guard.

Only the scent of Foxstorm, drenched with fear. If there was no guard.... Who could have snuck in? Is there an intruder hiding in the camp?

"Fawnstar!" He yowled, sprinting for the Highrock. They couldn't haven't taken Foxstorm. Not Foxstorm! Memories of the ginger she-cat flooded his mind. Every time he looked into her sky blue eyes... The way they shined when he was in her presence...

Please, let this have been some mistake.