Let me just say that this happened by accident and COMPLETELY randomly. I thought of the the prompt when I was listening to the Peter Hollens Phantom of the Opera medley cover... and then I looked for the definition of a superhero and found this adorable article that made me smile, and then when I started writing I just let my mind wander and this is what happened. I think I like it?

~Blaze

The dark gray apprentice perked up her ears and slinked forward, body tense and coiled. She listened carefully as she tread, careful not to make a sound. The little she-cat wanted nothing more to be in her nest on a night as cold and eerie as this one, but she could not just let this go. Just like every other time, she forced herself to continue on and once more jeopardize her own sleep and safety for the well being of her Clanmates.

Mistpaw was just like every other apprentice. She woke at dawn to the sound of her mentor's impatient mew, trained hard all day, learning to hunt and fight and defend her Clan. But she was blessed (cursed?) with something special. Something that made her every waking moment very tiring, and every night eventful.

Mistpaw was born with the ability to dreamwalk.

It's not as amazing as one would hope. The poor gray apprentice woke one day after closing her tired eyes as a kit, confused and annoyed that she was unable to fall asleep. But upon attempting to speak to her sister and mother, she found them all unresponsive and in deep sleep. She had stood, wandered around the camp in confusion, and then felt a strange pull towards the apprentices den.

There she was sucked into the dreams of a new apprentice, Nightpaw.

Mistpaw didn't know that it was a dream at first. Her tired kit mind was barely processing what was going on, simply angry at the lack of sleep. It wasn't until one of the flying objects hit her in the nose that she finally realized that something was terribly wrong.

The poor apprentice was stuck in a devastating nightmare that had the little kit quake in her paws. Large, terrifying winds picked up everything in the forest and whipped the thick torrential rainfall to drench the two kittens. Yet that wasn't what had Nightpaw yelling with fear.

Mistpaw remembered the scene freezing on one moment, how the Nightpaw's parents were being dragged off of their feet by the wind to be taken and hurled, just like the rest of the Clan, mercilessly into a tree and to their deaths. She rememered how the wind seemed to stop, the rain freezing in place and every action except the kit's loud cries simply stopping mid-motion.

Somehow, instinctively, Mistkit had proceeded without hesitation. She ran through the obstacles in that one second to the apprentice to whisper reassurances, that this was all a dream and would never happen, that their Clan was strong and her parents fine. In the next few moments when the scene unfroze, the kit could only stare at the large tree torn up by the storm heading on a straight path to them. She screwed her eyes shut and cowered beneath her sure demise.

Then- nothing.

Mistpaw rememered waking up in real life to her sister jabbing her side with cries of annoyance at Mistkit's sudden nightmares, how Nightpaw from her dream had run crying into the warrior cat den with exclamations of her nighttime fright. She remembered walking through the dreams of a warrior that she did not know on the next night, standing by his side to confront his inner demon- an egotistical, power hungry version of himself- and waking the next morning exhausted as if she had fought with the cat in real life as well as in her dreams.

It only took a few more nights for Mistkit to figure out the patterns of these dreamscapes, how she was forced to solve her Clanmates problems and alleviate their fears and how anything she did in the dreams she felt the next day tenfold. Every night from that first day had her trapped in another dream, a different reality filled with both passions and nightmares.

Mistpaw had grown over time, learning to see the dreams as a new opportunity to help her Clanmates in a way that no other cat could. Now, traveling through the dreams of a warrior in her Clan, the apprentice thought nothing of the situation that she found him in.

The tom was surrounded by a number of other cats, each with their claws out, battering and fighting him. He wasn't holding his ground well, taking damage left and right and slowly getting beaten down. Mistpaw was allowed a few seconds to observe the other cats and their dark, ethereal forms before the true freeze happened. Then she was there beside him, beating the other cats with simple underhand but effective tricks that she learned over time.

It didn't take as long as other dreams had taken, and she found herself finished with it a few moments later, sleeping peacefully in her den. The cats she had beaten and the warrior she saved were another circumstance entirely.

"Who was that? What was she doing here uninvited?" A dark gray tom with a scarred nose snarled.

"We don't know, Pebblefoot!" The other cats stammered out their excuses and confusion, having never seen the apprentice beforehand. They were quickly dismissed by the annoyed tom.

The tom padded away from the clearing accompanied by another, angrier cat. "We need to track that apprentice down." The new cat said. "Pebblefoot, get all your cats to ask around, learn the identity of this mysterious intruder."

The cat padded into the darkness, shadow obscuring his features and making his gold eyes turn a dark amber. "I want to have a little chat with this apprentice."

All I know is that for some reason, when cats get in dreams, it just HAS to connect to either StarClan, a strange prophecy, or the Dark Forest. Cats in my fanfictions can't JUST have normal nightmares for some odd reason. I suppose it's because the Dark Forest Dreams trope is just too good and unexplored to pass up. Heh, I'm rambling again. I hope you enjoy this! Tell me if you want something else, want more stories, want anything! Your will is my command!