Love DoveSunpaw
The cat ran, heart pounding, breath faltering, trying harder and harder to get away from whatever it was that chased them. The calico in the dream blinked her eyes and skidded to a stop, unaware what it was that she was running from, though when she turned and stopped she couldn't see it. Pine needles beneath her paws, the heavy scent of pine in the air and she realized she was in a pine forest that her own clan did not live in. Larger paws sounded on the ground and she turned in circles, searching her her pursuer
Sunpaw woke with a start, eyes wide and tail fluffed out where she was curled up in her den in the cavern that was used as the medicine cat den. She was alone where she slept, away from where her mentors spent their nights dreaming and in their nests. She didn't know if the two slept together like other mated pairs, though there was always the rumors about the two having been mates when they were younger and she wondered if she would have someone like that one day. Of course, she could only mate with a medicine cat within the warrior code and they had to be in her own clan. It was unfortunate, but true.
The young cat looked around her, growing slowly aware of where she was and stood while her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cavern and her nose picked up the familiar scents of herbs and cats. There was no one here right now, though the day before she'd pulled a rock from the pad of Lightfur's pad; the she-cat had been too proud to stay the night with them though she wasn't on duty for the next couple days and instead was helping the apprentices as much as the medicine cats would allow her. Sunpaw arched her back, stretching the stiffness from her joints though she was careful not to make any noise as she crept from their den space. She paused by the short tunnel that led to where the two others slept, listening carefully until she heard the quiet snoring of her mentors and continued walking, satisfied that they had not heard her wake. Through the tunnels she wandered further out until she reached the entrance where the clearing outside settled in the trees.
The sun hadn't come up yet though a few warriors were getting up and ready for the dawn patrol though Sunpaw was aware that few would pay the medicine cat apprentice any more than they would a queen waking to use the dirtplace not too far away. Her odd coloured eyes flashed dully in the light though she wasn't paying much mind to the others around as she walked toward one of the trees around the edge of the clearing and sat on one of the roots from where she could see the whole clearing, the entrances to the tunnels and the space through the undergrowth and brambles they used for a barrier. She'd dreamed and she didn't know if it was just a dream, or a sign from the ancestor cats.
Jaggedstar
The leader of the clan rarely slept all the way through the night; the vast majority of his time was spent planning and plotting the war that would be coming with Cliffclan. They were soft, weak cats that took in outsiders. It was horrible to think of and even then, it was rare that Jaggedstar would allow a rogue in their territory to live. Perhaps they should begin with those who wandered closer to the boarders; the cute little medicine cat who saw only the best in him. Perhaps he really was the kind warrior she thought he was, but he was a leader foremost, not a father or a mate; a leader and he must lead his clan to victory. To the summit of their reign and he was sure, that by the time his last life fled his body, that Lightclan would be the greatest of them all.
The male paced the length of the clearing, waiting for the other cats to wake before he issues his orders from now on. His mate, the sweet and powerful Moonflower, was currently sleeping within the nursery, close to her kitting of their third litter together. Their first had been shortly after she'd become a full warrior, their second not long after Jaggedstar had become deputy - when he had been know as Jaggedpelt - and now, after six seasons as winter, their third litter was soon to be born. The two had produced some magnificent warriors and a singe, splendid medicine cat. All were strong and well respected throughout the clan, and none were whiny like the other clans offspring. He loved them as much as a father would, and relied on them as much as any leader would; if his deputy died then he would most certainly name his oldest and strongest son as deputy without hesitation.