[Silver]

Sandblaze's dreams had been filled with nightmares for some time now. Ever since the dreams of fire from before his mother had returned in Newleaf, he felt like StarClan must be trying to tell him something but he just couldn't figure it out. He had dreamed of claws and fangs and blood and cries of terror and then had come the fox attacks and he felt so guilty for not figuring out the warning signs sooner. He felt guilty about it though he knew it wasn't his fault. What did he say to those those came to him seeking guidance or advice when he wasn't sure what to tell himself anymore?

Slowly he sat down at the entrance to the den he shared with Dawnblossom and looked out at the active clan beyond his little haven. How far he'd come from that tiny kit he had been those moons ago, but even now there were times that doubts and frustrations plagued him and he had to rely on StarClan to help him to do right by this clan that relied on him. He should be able to help them when they needed him, but lately he felt like he was anything but helpful. What could he say to them, how could he say anything? He didn't doubt StarClan or Dawnblossom choosing him, more that sometimes he doubted himself. Maybe that was why he wasn't understanding the things StarClan was trying to tell him. His mother would know; perhaps he could ask her.