Honeypaw padded through a dark, foggy forest. It didn't seem like the forest in Oakclan territory, but she guessed that it was only the fog that made it look that way, so she kept walking. Her eyes flickered from bush to bush, cautious of something spying on her. Then a light appeared, making Honeypaw yank her head back and blink to adjust her eyes. The fog had disappeared and the forest looked normal, the gorgeous green leaves on the trees, the flowers that bloomed out of the grass. A cat that seemed almost transparent came into eyesight right in front of Honeypaw, her pelt dotted with stars. This is a Starclan cat! Honeypaw realized, taking a step back from the cat. She assumed the cat's pelt was black, a white stripe came from the top of her head, and down to her muzzle. "A time will come, Honeypaw." The she-cat spoke, her voice soothing and calm. "Wh-what do you mean? Who are you?" Honeypaw asked, her eyes wide with fear. "Shadowpelt." She replied to Honeypaw, an open wound then formed on her throat. "Loved ones will be lost, and hearts will sink." She, Shadowpelt, yowled out. Falling to the ground and fading away, a gurgling sound coming from her. Honeypaw padded back away from where Shadowpelt stood, then took turn and ran away. Dashing through ferns and bushes, raindrops starting to fall onto her pelt. Lightning struck a tree nearby, and it fell down in front of her, a cat jumping on top of the fallen log. It yowled, more cats appeared from the call, and they all started to flood after her. Honeypaw's eyes went as wide as possible, she turned again, and dashed back. Her paws thumped the ground, and she gasped for breath. Tripping over a vine, she yowled out for help, before claws raked down her back and teeth sunk into her throat, blood pooling onto the ground under her.

Honeypaw jolted up in her nest, her eyes stretched wide. Then she realized it was just a dream, calming down and looking outside. The sky was brightening with the light of dawn, and she heard cats shifting their nests, waking up to start the day. She felt packed with energy, and it seemed to have come from the shock of her dream. "Loved ones will be lost, and hearts will sink" The voice rang in Honeypaw's head, but she shook it off. "It's just a silly dream, they aren't real and don't mean anything.." She mumbled to herself, walking towards the camp entrance. She wanted to hunt and get everything out of her head. "I don't need a warrior to come with me, that's nonsense!" She whispered, then realized it wasn't, remembering the dream where the pack of cats came after her. But she didn't want to wake Mumblewing! She peeked out to see Mumblewing on guard, sighing relief of not having to wake her up and bother her mentor. Mumblewing turned her head to see Honeypaw, and let out a mrrow of laughter. "Scorcheye is going to sort out cats for the dawn patrol, if you want to ask if we can go." Mumblewing meowed, which Honeypaw responded with a nod. She got to her paws and padded towards Scorcheye, the Deputy, who had just walked out of the warriors den, yawning off his sleepiness. "Scorcheye, is it okay if I go on the dawn patrol? I'm going to bring Honeypaw too." Mumblewing asked him, his head turned to her, his expression was thoughtful, then he nodded. "Of course, Mumblewing." He replied. Honeypaw remembered that Scorcheye was chosen as Cloverpaw's mentor. I wonder if he'll go on the Dawn patrol with us, and bring Cloverpaw. She thought, almost bouncing with excitement.

Honeypaw and Mumblewing walked side-by-side, Softwing and Rockheart padding behind them. Honeypaw had two mice and a vole dangling from her jaw, her tail raised and ears perked, praising herself for her hunting skills. Foxpaw was also in the patrol, with a scrawny shrew hanging by it's tail from his mouth. Scorcheye and Cloverpaw had gone on a border patrol with some other warriors. "Ya' know, you're pretty good at hunting for a newer apprentice!" Foxpaw complimented her, his ears pricking up and his pelt feeling warmer. "Thanks." Honeypaw replied around her prey. When they reached camp, she dropped the load onto the fresh-kill pile, feeling relieved to get all of it out of her jaws. The sun felt warm on Honeypaw's pelt, and she padded up to the flat rock by the apprentice's den, basking in the sun-rays. She stretched out and curled up, feeling sleep drift over her and her eyes drooping down, until she fell asleep.