I followed Breezeflight deep into LionClan territory. My pads stung from the hard stone in BranchClan territory. I halted and licked my paws. Breezeflight turned around and asked, "Do you want to go back to camp?"
As much as I wanted to explore more, I replied, "Yes."
I wrinkled my nose at the stench of mouse bile. The clump of moss was thoroughly soaked in the vile-smelling liquid. Stormpaw, Quietpaw, Wanderpaw, and Cinderpaw were already in the elders' den, killing their fleas as fast as they appeared. With so many elders, it was hard to keep the den free of fleas and ticks.
"Oh. You're here with the mouse bile. Can you get this tick at the base of my tail?" Crowpath, the only BranchClan elder, was sitting up, all his limbs still as supple as a warrior's. Except for his lame foreleg.
I pushed away any other thoughts and dabbed the bile-soaked moss on Crowpath's tick and it fell off. Then Wanderpaw's voice burst into my head.
"Hey! Look at this flea! It looks like it's going to explode!"
I curled my tail over my nose as I tried to sleep. When sleep did come, I stood, shocked at what I saw.
I was watching myself, but as a warrior, watching a she-cat suckle kits. The she-cat kept changing from a silver tabby with icy blue eyes, a mottled gray tabby with green eyes, a golden she-cat with amber eyes, to a gray tabby with green eyes. Stormpaw, Wanderpaw, Quietpaw, and Cinderpaw.
Chapter 7 Trivia:
-What do you think the dream means?
-If you were Ripplepaw, who would you choose to be your mate once you were a warrior? Stormpaw, Wanderpaw, Quietpaw, or Cinderpaw?
-List all the apprentices Ripplepaw has been introduced to so far.
-Give Stormpaw, Wanderpaw, Quietpaw, and Cinderpaw the warrior names you would give them.