Troutfreckle collapsed on the mossy nest, yawning. It was afternoon, and his paws felt like lumps of stone. He laid his tail over his nose, Moondapple’s words ringing in his ears. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised. Instead of a mossy nest he was in a clan meeting. He looked around, and yelped. No one around him had faces! He saw a cat on high rock, her pelt and smell telling him who it was. “Nutfluff, you know of the new kits, and you know that they were the kits of Stormberry. It was forbidden, so the kits will be yours.” Coffeestar mewed. Troutfreckle blinked. /Who’s Nutfluff?/ he wondered. Then he was in the nursery, seeing Nutkit- but full grown- with her back to three pitiful bundles, who shivered by her back. Troutfreckle’s eyes flung open. It was still afternoon- barely a minute had passed. He shivered. What did his dream mean?
