Tinypool was awake the whole night. She was too afraid to sleep. Everytime she closed her eyes she feared that she would open them to find Blizzardstar dead. His condition was very puzzling. She was not sure she had ever heard of a condition that left its victim in this sort of dream-like state.

Her attention snapped to the den entrance where she could hear a few of the warriors pacing outside. She could detect Wildflight's scent stronger than the others. A weak ray of dawn light slanted through the den entrance, illuminating the space around her. She glanced back over at Blizzardstar, to be sure that he was still breathing.

Her heart fluttered in her chest with panic as she noticed his flank wasn't moving. "Oh, Starclan!" she exclaimed as she rushed back over to his side. She could hear her heart thumping in her ears as she frantically scanned over his body. To her relief, he was breathing. I think I'm losing it, she thought to herself as she turned to look out the entrance again.

She realized that she could no longer hear anyone pacing. Wildflight's strong fear scent had also dissapeared. Tinypool glanced one more time back at her leader before daring to poke her head out of her rock. To her surprise, the warriors had gathered around in a large circle. She craned her neck to try and see what they had gathered around. It looked like a black and silver cat, and the scent was BreezeClan!

"What is going on?" Tinypool gasped as she trotted up to the nearest warrior. It was Aspenclaw, the well muscled brown and white tom. His eyes were wide with excitement as he looked over at her. "The dawn patrol caught Hailstorm sniffing around on our side of the border! They brought him back here to punish him for what BreezeClan has done to Blizzardstar!" he almost sounded pleased, it made Tinypool's heart stop with dread.

She quickly turned, leaving Aspenclaw to stare after her in confusion. She searched the tight gathered ring of cats, hoping to find Wildflight in the fray. To her relief, she spotted the she-cat's dirty brown pelt. Slipping through the crowd like a trout in the river, she appeared at the deputy's side. "You need to take control of this, some cats are talking nonsense!" she hissed.

Wildlfight looked dazed, staring through the crowd at Hailstorm. Tinypool huffed in exasperation. She angrily pushed through the crowd to stand at Hailstorm's side. She turned to look at Wildflight, but spoke to the whole of the clan. "Stop! Don't you remember what Blizzardstar told you? We will only survive if we seek peace, not war!" She looked around at her clanmates desperately, hoping to see signs of anyone agreeing with her.

Wildflight pushed through the crowd to come and face Tinypool. "Blizzardstar wanted peace and now he is practically on his way to join StarClan. Clearly peace is not the way." she meowed softly. Tinypool nudged her with a paw, trying to get the deputy to look her in the eyes. This isn't hopeless, Tinypool thought. The forest needs peace.

She could feel the gazes of her clanmates on her pelt. "We can not hold Hailstorm accountable for his Clan's actions." She stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was about to say this, but she knew she had to.

"This was foretold to me and Blizzardstar. We both had a dream, so similar and vivid that it must have been dreams from StarClan," she meowed. Many of the warriors gasped in shock. She could hear Brokenpaw's tiny voice near the back, "oh wow! Dreams from StarClan!"

"It seems that our ancestors has finally reached out to send us this message. Blizzardstar first had it a little more than a moon ago. He told me that Mudstar had come to him in a dream and told him that if the Clans wanted to survive we must live in peace!" she meowed loudly. She heard Hailstorm breathing heavily beside her.

"You've really had dreams with StarClan?" he whispered. She nodded slowly, turning away from him to look at Wildflight. Tinypool was relieved to find that she no longer looked defeated. "So that means we should let him go." Wildflight meowed firmly, finally willing to step up and take charge.

Hailstorm was shivering with relief next to her, a purr rising in his throat. Tinypool heard the others muttering their agreement that Hailstorm should go home unharmed. "I am extremely greatful to you all for allowing me to go home. I was sure that I was doomed as soon as your patrol found me." he meowed.

Wildflight turned to him with a serious expression. "Just one thing. What were you doing on our side of the border?" she asked. He shuffled his paws nervously, glancing between the two she-cats. "I was just trying to see if there was any trace of Blizzardstar's blood on the grass. Oakstar ordered me to see if he could still be alive." he mewed anxiously.

"Well you can help us out this time and tell Oakstar that Blizzardstar is dead and Wildstar is leader now." Tinypool meowed, locking eyes with Hailstorm. He nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes. I can do that!" he exclaimed.

"Good, now go back to your Clan in peace." Wildflight meowed, raising her tail for the warriors to let him pass. The crowd parted and dispersed, ready to be assigned duties for the morning. The dawn light had shifted to a morning sky, with small white clouds scattered overhead. Hailstorm quickly bounded away and through the camp entrance.

"I think I'm going to follow him." Tinypool meowed. Wildflight looked like she was about to object but just nodded instead. "Just be careful." she meowed.

Tinypool sped away through the entrance and followed the scent of Hailstorm on the grass. She caught up to him quickly, almost running into him. "Oops, I'm sorry." she mumbled as he reared in surprise. "You nearly scared my pelt off!" he growled.

"I just needed to talk with you more about this. My clanmates are too impulsive, out here I can explain this to you better." she meowed quickly. Hailstorm looked a little wary, but nodded after a pause.

"Blizzardstar and I really did have dreams from our ancestors. I know its been an incredibley long time since any cat has shared dreams with StarClan. But this is real, and the forest is depending on us to stop all this senseless fighting." she meowed, hoping she was making any sense to him.

"I believe you." he meowed seriously. Tinypool sighed with relief, her tail flicking happily, "I'm glad you are not as hard headed as Oakstar." Hailstorm flattened his ears defensively. "Oakstar has his reasons for being this way. I can't ask him to change, but I will follow him until the day I join StarClan."

Tinypool felt shocked by the strength of Hailstorm's loyalty. "You are a truly noble warrior." She commented kindly. He dipped his head to her and stood, turning to start his journey back to his camp.

"I'll try to keep Oakstar from destroying the forest," he meowed, "but whatever Blizzarstar is doing to fix this, try and hurry." She saw mixed emotions burning in his eyes. A strong loyalty towards his Clan and leader, but also a sort of dread.

"Everything will be ok!" Tinypool called as he sped away through the towering pine trees. She watched his black tail disappear into the distance before turning back towards her camp.

These bonds we form will help out both clans in the coming moons, she thought happily. She started to slowly pad back to camp. She noticed that the sun was still low on the horizon, there was still a whole day ahead yet.

She had almost forgot that Blizzardstar was still in her den as she padded through the camp entrance. She hurried across the clearing and over to her den. She slid through the crack in the rock and into the darkness. Blizzardstar was still asleep, still breathing.

With a sigh, she relaxed and sat back on her haunches. She curled her tail around so that it barely touched his side.

"Oh, Blizzardstar. I hope this is a part of StarClan's plan." She meowed softly. Suddenly, she could hear someone approaching her den entrance.

"Are you in here Tinypool?" It was Wildflight. "Yes, come in." She meowed. The skinny brown she-cat slid into the den, her eyes wide with wonder.

"I can't believe you both shared dreams with Starclan!" She meowed in awe. Tinypool purred, nodding. "Yes, it was truly magical."

"Are they mad at us? We have fought for so long. It's hard to think that they've really wanted us to live a different way." Wildflight meowed anxiously.

"I'm not too sure," she confessed, "but they have to see that we are trying." She hoped that was true. Wildflight turned to leave. She was probably intending to lead a patrol now that she had been able to talk to Tinypool before she left.

"I just don't want to find any more BreezeClan cats on our side of the border." Wildflight meowed, light but with a hint of seriousness.

Tinypool flicked her tail, "I think Hailstorm will be sure that won't happen." She meowed. Wildflight just shrugged.

"Get well soon, Blizzarstar." She meowed towards his sleeping form before exiting the den. Tinypool looked back down at his snowy white pelt.

"Yes, get well soon." She breathed.