I Wish Chapter 1: Dying, a warriors fanfic

Note: SandXFire fans, beware. I don't support the pairing. This is a SpottedXFire fic, so if you don't like, don't read.

The world is blurry. It feels like everything is swirling around me. Thunderclouds hung heavily in the sky. Blood leaks out of the gash on my throat. I feel life being slowly sucked out of me. I am dying. It was Clawface, that ShadowClan traitor to StarClan. Medicine cats like me should be respected, not murdered. StarClan's voices are calling.

'Spottedleaf'

Is that Featherwhisker, Lionheart, and Redtail I hear? I don't wish to join them so soon, but I have no choice. I would miss the clan desperately. Caring for all of them, from kits to elders. I have saved lives, and I have also lost some cats, I loved being a medicine cat. But recently, I've been beginning to question my duty. The hardest rule to follow used to be easy. 'You can't have a mate or kits.' Featherwhisker told me again and again. But I saw pain in his eyes every time he said it. Did he love someone? Do I love someone? I should know the answer to the second question, but I don't. Maybe I'm just not admitting it to myself.
Pawsteps thump behind me, maybe there is hope, and can I survive? I try and gurgle for help, it brings pain to my wound, but I have some hope. There is fear-scent clung to the fur of the cat. "Spottedleaf! He did this to you and stole the kits?" it is Yellowfang who is yowling above me. More cats are coming into the clearing. They are wailing with fear. I feel a tongue rasp my wound, but it wasn't Yellowfang's. It is Firepaw's.

"It'll be alright Spottedleaf." He whispers, "Yellowfang has gone to get herbs, Bluestar is going to send warriors to ShadowClan, we'll get the kits back."

My head is swirling, does he love me? I always considered him as a good friend. But what if it was more than just that. What if I love him too? I can't think straight. My head is buzzing. My breaths are ragged. The world has gone blank and my pain ebbs.

I hear a familiar voice that I cannot place and the scent of crowfood hangs in the air.

The pool of moonlight will shine black and Sparks will shatter darkness.

What does the new Prophecy mean? It shows the future to come. I need to tell Bluestar! I open my eyes and let out a sigh. The forest scents enter my nostrils again and my pain returns to my body. Yellowfang is standing over me in my den. She must've managed to move me here. "You are awake!" she exclaims, " Your breathing was so slow, I thought I would lose you for sure."

"I had a dream. I'll have to tell you later."

"Okay, you get some sleep. The cats are back from ShadowClan, they have saved the kits."

I nod happily; ThunderClan has pulled through, again. I feel exhausted and weak. I rest my head on the soft moss in the bedding. It seems easier to breathe now. I try and get some sleep. But sleep won't come. I hear more moving around the den. Then Bluestar calls a meeting. I get up instinctively, "You shouldn't come, Spottedleaf"

"I need to!" I say stubbornly, and I stagger outside. Bluestar began to speak,

"I, Bluestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon this apprentice. He/She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her a warrior in her turn. Firepaw, Graypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do." Firepaw and Graypaw said in unison

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Graypaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Graystripe. Firepaw, from this moment on you shall be known as Fireheart. The Clan honors your Bravery, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."

"Graystripe, Fireheart, Graystripe, Fireheart." The Clan calls. I join in as loudly as I can. I go over to Fireheart and give him a gentle lick on his face. He purrs back to me in thanks and his eyes met mine for a heartbeat before he looked away. A giddy feeling creeps up my paws

I'm a medicine cat, remember. I scold myself before returning to my den, and this time sleep comes to me quickly. My dreams don't disturb me this time.