Squirrelflight's secret

Prologe
Alice turned off her light. Her brand new blacket was layed across her. In the latest warrior book, Ashfur had just threatened Squirrelflight during a thunderstorm. She didn't know why, but the inside of her knew the mother of the kits was Leafpool.

"Rest well, you have school tommorow." Her mother said.

Alice nodded, then layed down. Squirrelflight was her favourite character.

Suddenly her back seared with pain. She got warmer and warmer.

"Moooom, my back is hurting!" Alice exlaimed.

"Then go and put some ice on it." Her mom said.

She lifted up the back of her PJs and looked for any bruises. There was none, but 4 claw marks that were bleeding. For some reason her heart was filled with saddness and anger. She put on a bandaid then went back to her bed.

A tortiseshell she cat floated in her room. Next to her was a grey mangy she cat.

"S-spottedleaf, Y-yellowfang?" Alice stammered.

"Yes?" Spottedleaf said.

Yellowfang shoves Spottedleaf out of the way.

"Listen, it's time you knew the truth..." She said

"About what?"

"Your Squirrelflight dreams."

Alice looked at herself. There she was, with ginger fur, and one white paw.

You are Squirrelflight..." Spottedleaf whispered.

The room dissapeared and there she was, in Thunderclan's camp; Witch was on fire.