Silverpaw's eyes blinked open, and she looked around. She found herself in a grassy clearing, with tall, green trees in the distance. Warm sunlight beamed down from the sky, warming her as a gentle breeze ruffled her fur. Where am I? She thought; it took a minute for her to realize that she was dreaming. She whirled around as she heard pawsteps behind her, and what she saw made her dizzy. "Kestrelflight!" She cried, running over to her father. His pelt glowed a strange light, and his eyes shone like the stars. "I missed you!" She brushed up against his fur, purring loudly.
"Hi, Silverpaw," a small voice mewed behind Kestrelflight.
"Ebonykit?" Silverpaw's jaw dropped as she saw the small gray tabby kit pad to her father's side. Ebonykit was her sister, who had been sick from birth and had died. But now, she looked stronger than ever, and her eyes shone just like her father, Kestrelflight's.
Kestrelflight's warm expression suddenly turned somber. "Bloodshed is to come, Silverpaw," he meowed grimly. "You must be ready."
"What?" Silverpaw breathed in disbelief. But fog began to build between her father and Ebonykit, and she struggled to reach them. "Wait! Don't go!"
"Why?" She heard her brother Stormpaw's puzzled voice, and she awoke. "I'm on the dawn patrol."
"Oh. Sorry," Silverpaw mewed. She blinked as she remembered her father's ominous words, bloodshed is to come.... bloodshed is to come...
