(When the text is in purple it's a dream))
She woke up to the sound of screaming. Somehow, she was in the medicine cat den at camp. She had bigger problems, though. The camp was a blaze. Cats were screaming as badgers tore open their dens and feasted on them. The elders were doing their best to fight, but the badgers slaughtered them. There was so much smoke and flame she could hardly see. And the kits... Not the kits! She was desperate the camp, once a safe haven, was now a blaze and overrun with badgers, who had turned it into a slaughterhouse and bloody battlefield. Cats were being burned alive. You could hear them screaming, and the snapshot the cats being torn apart. It was the most horrifying thing you could ever imagine times a hundred. "Starclan help us!!!" She yowled. She woke up, panting, the screams of the burning cats echoing in her head. Her kits were mewling sadly and scaredly, it was as if the had had the same dream. She licked them comfortably, then went back to sleep, filled with unease.