Leafkit's dream (open to anyone)

Leafkit settled down in the nursery, savouring the feeling of her brother's fur brushing against her own. The rise and fall of their chests comforted her after a long day of greeting and exploring the Shadowclan camp. Now, however, all Leafkit wanted to do was sleep. She snuggled deeper into the nest before closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, she was in the middle of camp. All was quiet and dark, a stark difference to the day. Shards of shattered moonlight broke through the pine trees and danced on the marshy floor. The brambles were sharp and everwatching, promising protection to those that rested within them, and pain for those that did not.

Leafkit bounced on her paws for a bit before exploring the camp. Unfortunately, the places she had forgotten, like cracks and tufts of grass were blurred or covered with thick grey fog. As she tried to leave the camp, she was met by a wall of impenetrable grey mist that swirled mockingly. She sat down, annoyed. The leader's den, medicine cat den and the warriors den were all inaccessible to her, making Leafkit even more frustrated. What was the point of this dream if she couldn't go anywhere she hadn't seen before?