(Thistle, Abandoned Dairy Farm)

Thistle said nothing as he nudged the door to the master bedroom open. He jumped onto the tall, soft bed, curling up near the middle of it.

Featheredtail creeped into the bedroom. Her ears twitched with curiosity. "Twoleg nests are...huge." she sat at the foot of the twoleg nest kneading the worn up end of the blanket with her paws.

"Yes, all the better for sharing, right?" he said drowsily, his tail curling behind him lazily.

Mothheart nudged IceFire and Snaketail. "What are-e you two talking ab-bout." he said in a casual voice sitting down between them.

She slightly nodded and lowered herself down onto the worn- blanket. She shut her eyes. "Have a nice nap, Thistle." she said jokingly.

Thistle snorted, "Right back at you, Feathers!"

"Don't call me Feathers." she opened her eyes slightly adjusting to the dim light. She glared at him, playfully of course.

(Thistle, Abandoned Dairy Farm)

Thistle stuck his tongue out, snickering good-naturedly before he finally drifted into the land of dreams.

Feather's dream.... She opened her eyes and came face to face with a silver she-cat. The she-cat's pelt was starry her yellow eyes full of youth and strength. The she turned to Featheredtail and began to speak, "Featheredtail,Feathertail. Wake up! Come, come quickly! Your clan needs you. I,Willowpool am dead." she gestured sadly to her reflection in he pool between them showing what was happening in camp. Feathertail gasped, and stiffened. "Go. The tom will be fine, you can repay him soon. Go!" Featheredtail popped open her eyes and jumped of the nest pelting down the stairs. She neared the door and burst through the strange flap. Breathing heavily she paused and took a long breath of cold leaf-bare air. She gazed mournfully at the two-leg nest something inside her wanted her to stay there in the company of he tom. She shook herself. She had to do what was right. She ran hard against the snow and pelted across the frozen lake surging through soppy marsh and bogs. She burst into camp skidding and rushing towards Willowpool's body carrying a rabbit she had caught along the way. "Stormstar..I..." she buried her muzzle into the dead she's fur and sobbed.

(Thistle, Abandoned Dairy Farm)

Thistle jolted awake as the mattress dipped under him harshly, hearing a thud accompanied by the sound of hurried paws scrabbling across the wood floor. Looking around, he noticed the bed was empty of all but himself, and Feathertail was gone like the wind.

Thistle put his head back down, letting the loneliness of the house settle inside himself once more. Had he done something wrong? Gotten too close whilst dreaming?