(OMIGOSH I'M SO SORRY!!! I haven't updated in over a month. I feel like such a bad person. :'( I promise, it won't take me this long to update EVER AGAIN!!!

Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, this would have happened in the books: )

I plummeted, my blue eyes closed tight, terrified of what would happen to me when I hit the ground, if there was any sort of ground here. It felt like I was just falling and falling. I felt almost nauseas and the fall just got faster and faster.

I refused to look down, but eventually my eyes opened to take in what I would hit, and calculate whether or not I would survive. A moment ago, if I had been brave enough to look down, I would have seen… black, and nothing else. Now, I saw a vast plain surrounded by mountains underneath me.

I panicked, waving my legs frantically and crying out, hoping maybe someone in that place they called StarClan would help me. I looked up, but what had originally been starry cats staring down at me was now replaced by cloudless blue sky. My hope had already crashed to the ground, and I waited for my body to do the same. The ground was growing closer, and then it hit.

I was shoved against the swaying heather, my face buried in its leaves. Pain sparked through my body, and I wailed pathetically, waiting for the cats of StarClan to come to me like they did before – the last time I died. But they were nowhere to be found.

The pain left me, scattering all over the heather bushes. I ached, but I wasn't dead, and I was grateful for that. But as soon as I realized that StarClan was not coming to find me, I realized that I was alone.

I began to wail, hoping some cat could hear me. All I wanted was to go home and be with mother. I stopped immediately, my ears pricking. Had I… heard myself? I began to listen again. I heard silence… but not silence. I heard the swishing of the heather, I heard the rabbits' feet pounding on the floor. I heard everything.

Then I heard something I hoped I had never hear: the shrill caw of something above me. I stared up into the blue sky, and whimpered with fear. Above me circled a hawk, just like the one that had… killed me before.

Before I had any time to react, it was swooping at me, screeching its terrible caw. And before I had any time to run, I was grabbed by the scruff and carried away – not by the hawk, but by something that had pulled me out of the way. Something that raced with me in its mouth across the field and away from the beast. Something that had saved me.

It scrambled away from the hawk and ran. It ran for my life, it ran for its life, it ran away. I was thrown into a "den", unable to see my rescuer. All I heard outside was screeching, mad, wild, terrifying screeching. I heard a fight between my rescuer and the terrible hawk. And then, it was silent. I became frightened, shrinking to the den opening and peering outside. My blue eyes could not comprehend what had happened.

On the grassy floor lay the hawk, it's legs sprawled in impossible angles. It was mangled, and obviously dead. Next to it stood a gray cat, probably no older that seven moons. She was covered in scratches, but she stood triumphantly over the hawk. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the new cat. She had saved my life from the beast! And she had killed it.

The she-cat began breathing normally again and bent over the hawk. She gripped its wing with her teeth, and began to drag it into the little bramble thicket den. Her gray fur rippled with shock at what she had accomplished- what she had accomplished alone.

Then her golden eyes stared at me, and a look of surprise turned to a scolding glare. "What were you thinking, just sitting there in the middle of the meadow? Couldn't you see that hawk coming? I almost died protecting you from it!" I shrank back, unable to answer her demanding questions.

A whimper escaped my throat, and her hard gaze softened. She sat down, and asked a different question, "What's your name?" She tried to sooth me, but I was still a little scared. I told her my name though. She had saved me from the hawk, and I knew she wouldn't hurt me.

"I'm Snowkit," I whimpered, still startled from all that had happened. Who was this cat? Where was mother??

The cat gave a puzzled look before stating, "That's an odd name. How about I call you Snow instead? My name is Rain." I could easily see why she was named that. Dark spots were scattered over her gray pelt like raindrops. I know why I was called Snowkit, well, Snow. My fur was all white.

I smiled, happy to find someone living to help me. I snuggled up closer to her and sighed, "Hello, Rain." Then I fell into a deep sleep.

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I dreamt that night. I was in an all-too-familiar starry clearing. I closed my eyes in disappointment. No! I screamed to myself, for I was sure that I had died in my sleep and was now stuck, again, in StarClan's hunting grounds. I wanted to wail, but I kept silent. My ears pricked as I heard something coming nearer.

Out of the darkness emerged a tortoiseshell I thought I would never have to see again. Spottedleaf smiled and spoke, "Don't worry, young one. This is only a dream. As your life goes on, the cats of StarClan will visit you many times in your sleep." Relief flooded through me, and she continued.

"Your journey has ended, Snowkit. You have found your guardian," she whispered, before fading away into the sky. The starry clearing vanished, and before waking, I heard her clear voice one last time. "I will see you soon, young one."

I awoke in the bramble den, with Rain staring curiously at me. My guardian had indeed come.

(Sorry if that stunk. Now I have one last thing to say:

Who is Rain? Where is she from? How did Rain learn to kill hawks alone? Where is Snow? And the final question: WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT???

Find out next time!

Ahem. Sorry, had to say that… :P

- Dovetail)