Story Part 10, Section 1 *The First Dream*

Eaglepaw's heart skipped a beat. He was outside of FrostClan territory! He had always wanted to explore elsewhere, and now he could! He leaped forwards with an effortless bound, but was quickly brought to a stop when the bushes in front of him suddenly rustled. He stopped in an instant. The rustling got louder, and he heard cat's pawsteps in front of him. Two tom cats suddenly emerged. One was a fiery red color, and the other an ashy gray color. They padded straight toward him,  in deep conversation. Neither of them looked much older than him.
"Do you think we should?" asked the fiery red tom.
"If one of them comes, then yes." answered the ashy gray tom. "Otherwise we'll know we have been imagining things."
The toms padded on toward Eaglepaw, not noticing he was there.
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see." the fiery pelted tom told the ashy gray one. "The only problem is that we don't know how long we have to wait."
"Then we'll wait forever," hissed the ashy tom. "They WILL come. We must be patient, and hope the fire never leaves us."
Fire? Thought Eaglepaw. How could fire 'never leave' a cat? Oh well, he thought. I guess I'll figure out if I stay with them.
"Even now," the ashy pelted cat went on. "I feel the fire burning in me, consuming me, telling me to go out into the world and find adventure." 
"I know!" the fiery tom exclaimed. "Every day it burns brighter, telling, no, commanding me to leave this forest and go elsewhere. I'm sure this is how you feel too."
"Indeed." replied the ashy tom once more.
Ah... Thought Eaglepaw. This 'fire inside' them is figurative for their emotions. Now I understand.
By now though, the two cats were almost on top of him. He yelped and jumped out of the way, but was too slow. He flinched as the fiery tom crashed into him first, and then the ashy one, but suprisingly no impact occured. They went straight through him!
"Ah! Ghosts!" Eaglepaw yowled.
"What are you talking about?" came the groggy reply from Winterpaw.
Eaglepaw blinked. "Excuse me? Didn't you see those cats pass right through me?"
"As a matter of fact, I did not. Lilypaw?" he mewed to his sister. "Did you see two strange cats come into the apprentice den and pass right through Eaglepaw like ghosts?"
Lilypaw yawned. "No."
"But they WERE HERE!" exclaimed Eaglepaw. "Certainly some cat saw them!"
"I sure didn't." came the reply of Winterpaw.
"Me either." was Lilypaw's reply.
"I did." announced Etharpaw.

Story Part 9: *The Vison. Of the Future?*

 Etharpaw's shape rose up in front of Snowstar, and she slowly turned from shadow to reality. A full moon rose bright and glowing behind her. She was poised elegantly in front of it, with one paw slightly lifted. Next, Eaglepaw's shadow shape rose up, replacing Etharpaw. He was poised in a hunting stance, body low to the ground, and tail held flat out. His brownish coloring slowly filled in, and in front of him appeared a dead eagle. Some of the eagle's blood glistened on his claws. He must have killed it, she thought. Slowly replacing him, was the shape of Lilypaw, running through a meadow covered in lilies. Her shadow too began to take color and soon it was her, not just a shadow of her. Lilypaw soon also began to fade, and up came another shadow, the shadow of Winterpaw. Compared to the others, it was small and seemingly insignificant in the background of snow. A blizzard. He padded steadily on, in the opposite direction of Snowstar. Winterpaw hardly seemed to notice the blizzard going on around him. He looked so sad. Then he too vanished like the others. A deep, dark, blackness took the place of everything. Snowstar couldn't see a whisker in front of her. Suddenly her wide-open pupils burst with light, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight. When she opened them, she saw the cause of the sudden light. A huge fire leaped and sparked in front of her. She backed away warily. It's just a dream, she told herself, just a dream. In the fire, red-amber eyes gleamed back at her. Cat's eyes. A cat charged out of the fire, his fiery red pelt looking as if the flames of the fire themselves danced upon him. Snowstar looked into his eyes, and saw a fire of ambition gleaming in them. As she gazed upon him, the fire behind him suddenly blazed higher and a second shape darted from the fire to stand by the first. His pelt was an ashy gray, and his eyes too were gray. Again, the fire burst higher, but this time the face of Eaglepaw appeared in the flame. Suddenly the flame vanished altogether, and everything went dark once more. A deep voice broke through the total silence. "The two may not be who you think they are." the voice said, and suddenly the speaker came into view. "Brackenheart!" Snowstar cried out in her dream, which was turning out to be more of a message from StarClan. "Do not fear, though," her father Brackenheart continued. "For the two will come when they are needed most. They will have the power to stop this disaster in the Clan. StarClan has forseen this." "But the two shall be of my kin!" exclaimed Snowstar, thinking they must be two of her kits. Brackenheart opened his mouth to answer...

Snowstar jerked awake, thinking hard. 'The two shall come when they are needed most. they will have the power to stop this disaster in the Clan. StarClan has forseen this.' Her kits would save the Clan, she just knew it. Those two cats she had seen in the flame must be the evil coming to the Clan that two of her kits would stop, she thought. But which two would be the ones to stop them?And what would be of the other two?