Woecrow awoke on a cliff, a crow, who are foretold to bring spirits to Starclan, circled high above her. Suddenly, she was whisked away to Prideclan camp, where 3 high figures sat. They started to eat and one choked and died. The other figures sent guards but, she flew? As she soared on the air, a voice whispered in her ear,"You must not woe to catch the crow."

She awoke with a gasp and Stillnight came running."Are you okay?" Stillnight asked Woecrow."Just... a strange dream." Woecrow responded and got up, pushing past her sister. What was that? Woecrow thought as she walked over to the fresh kill pile.