Prologe:
A small gray she-kit creeped out of a den. She glanced back at the den, and seeing that no cat was following her, she sighed, relieved. She looked up at the bright moon for a heartbeat. It was almost a half moon, which was also the day she would become a apprentice. She padded across the clearing, untill she reached another den. This den had a jumble of scents mixed into one. The medicine cat den. The kit's favorite place to be. She watched from the shadows as a dark gray tom sorted the herbs. She knew a few of them, spider web, honeyfern, poppy seeds… Which was saying a lot for a kit. She secretly envied the tom who sorted the herbs. He had the life she secretly wished for, yearned for, hoped for. She wanted to heal, to help, to save lives. She wanted to become a medicine cat.
Mistkit's POV
I awoke from my dreamless slumber to find my brother, Thornkit, nearly on top of me. I pushed him off and struggled to my paws. "What do you want Thornkit?" I growled, annoyed. He was literally bouncing with excitement. "Brightheart said that our ceremony is today!" He squealed. Now that got my attention. I perked up my ears. "Wow…" I mumbled. I would be sleeping in the medicine cat den tonight!
"Just think, tomorrow we'll be exploring the territory with our mentors!" He said in one breath. "Yeah…" I replied, my thoughts on something else. I'd get to see all the good places to find herbs… Brightheart entered the den, smelling of fresh kill. She must of just eaten. Thornkit jumped up. "Its time for your ceremony!" My mother announced. I let out a squeal of glee, which, for me, was completely out of character. I usually never got excited, I was too tired from my mightnight outings to have the energy to squeal.
I let Brightheart give my pelt one last lick before proudly following Thornkit out of the nursery. "LET ALL CATS WHO ARE OLD ENOUGH TO CATCH THEIR OWN PREY…." Our clan leader began the familiar words that every Thunderclan cat knew by heart. IT signaled the beginning of a clan meeting. I walked with my brother to the highledge. Many cats were allready gathered. I searched for one cat. Jayfeather. I was surprised to find that the medicine cat wasn't there. Mabye… No! I have to become A Medicine cat! I thought. Finally, just as the last patrol arrived from the forest, the gray tom stepped out of the medicine cat's den. I let my pelt relax. So I was going to be a medicine cat!
"Warriors of Thunderclan…" Firestar began the ritural words. "Two kits have reached their sixth moon. It is time that they were made apprentices." I could almost see the excitement bouncing off Thornkit's pelt. I felt the same, but for a different reason. "Thornkit, Mistkit, will you please step forward. We stepped up to the highledge. I was gleaming with pride and exictement. "Thornkit, for now untill you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Thornpaw. Your mentor will be Berrynose." I watched as my brother touched noses with the warrior. I was next. "Mistkit." I gulped. This is it. "You will be known as Mistpaw untill you gain your warrior name." Warrior name? No… "Your meantor will be Brambleclaw." I froze. I. Wasn't. Going. To. Be. A. Medicine. Cat. I unconsioually touched my nose to the warrior's. "I will show you the territory after the meeting." The deupity said, but I barely heard him. I'm not a medicine cat… My pelt stood on end when I came to another sudden relisation: I'm going to have to hurt other cats! Somehow, that thought bothered me more than the fact that I wasn't going to be a warrior. I knew, as if Starclan had told me theirselves, that I could not hurt a cat, not even if they were from Shadowclan. I knew that I coundn't be a warrior.