Crowpaw and Frostpaw were leading Mistypaw somewhere. They were in the middle of the forest, and hardly spoke. ''Crowpaw? Frostpaw? Where are we going?'' Her siblings stopped and looked ta her. Mistypaw shrieked as she saw there eyes glow... red. They began chasing her. She raced torward what she saw was ShadowClan camp, and ran  through the entrance. She suddenly fell, screeching. She fell farther and farther.... Mistypaw's eyes snapped open. It was a dream. She was in the apprentice den, cuddled with her siblings. She shook Crowpaw's tail off her and went outside. They had trained for a quarter moon, and Mistypaw wasn't enjoying it. It was the third time she had the nightmare, and she decided to tell Silverleaf, the medicine cat. She squeezed through the entrance and jumped as a twig fell from a tree. Mistypaw, stop being such a scaredy mouse! She scolded herself. She looked around the den, and noticed Silverleaf's sleeping body. ''Silverleap?'' Mistypaw murmured. Silverleaf jumped to her paws, and mewed ''Oh, why, hello there, Mistypaw,'' Silverleap stretched and looked her in the eyes. ''What's troubling you, dear?'' Mistypaw thought about her terrible dream, and croaked, ''I keep having this dream. Crowpaw and Frostpaw are chasing me, and I  try to run through the camp entrance. I come in, and fall, endlessly.'' She concluded. Silverleaf was staring at Mistypaw. Did I say something? Then the graceful silver tabby spoke. ''Mistypaw, I'm afraid StarClan has plans for you. You're destiny is to be a medicine cat. 

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        Mistypaw was sorting leaves. She had been training with Silverleap for two days, and all Mistypaw learned was how to sort. But she enjoyed being helpful, but this was hard. Crowpaw and Frostpaw were awkward around her. She missed the easy going connection between them. But not anymore. It was like she was made of leaves! Even Brightstorm, the cat who raised them when they were found in the woods as kits, treated her like she was delicate and fragile, not to be played with. ''Hey, uh, Mistypaw!'' A voice called. It was Frostpaw. Maybe she wanted to do something fun! Mistypaw's heart leaped. ''I have a thorn stuck in my pad, and Hawkfur is already inpatient!'' Mistypaw sighed. She liked being the medicine cat, and remembered most herbs, but t sometimes was as fun as picking prickles off a hedgehog. She longed to play with her littermates, but she had chosen a path far too.... mysterious. Was this all a mistake?