I remember seeing the inside of the medicine cat den. I looked sick and I was with my greencough. Jaypaw was trying his hardest on his own while Leafpool was away getting watermint from Riverclan. My green hues watched him weakly as he walked over to me. It was as if he wasn't even blind through that cloudless gaze, though everyone knew he would never be a great warrior, but I…I knew he was going to be something special to us, so I never treated him differently. Well, I've tried my hardest to. I have always acted kind and thoughtful towards him, but he never cared to return a polite 'hello'. His only response would be a rough, shaken hi. Even in her weakened state she tried to lash her tail at the tom's attitude. [IStupid tom.[/I Her eyes glazed over with distaste at the medicine cat apprentice. Jaypaw maybe blind, but he sure didn't have to be thoughtless about it. She smiled then. It was because of his attitude that she thought of him higher than his siblings. There had always been a certain…Sense about him that made her want to be his friend.

The tortoiseshell coughed and felt a soft paw hit her throat. A soft gray paw wandered around her throat in questioning. Rising her head weakly from the moss bed, he let out a growl. After that she didn't move a mouselength. Jaypaw stopped and walked over to the under stocked poppy seeds. My given name: Poppy. I was born from Brackenfur and Sorreltail who had some good blood in them. Sorreltail with Whitestorm, and Brackenfur with Cinderpelt as a sister was who my sister was named after. Even if I never met Cinderpelt, I feel as if…As if Cinderpaw has always been another soul. I know it's mousebrain to think, but in my first few seconds of life I remember the feeling of a transfer of souls. Cinderpaw's body as a kit had been colder than ever, but then she became warm and moving around. That was my first memory. I've never told anyone about that, and I don't plan on it. Me and Cinderpaw had always been friends, but now we were drifting apart with her becoming Hollypaw's best friend. I don't really mind…Really. Then there was Honeypaw…She had always been more of a daddy's girl, so we never had much connect with each other. Sometimes I wish we had because then I wouldn't be so lonely. Sure I had Hazelpaw but she had never gotten to me. Coughing again I thought back to Molekit. He had been my best buddy when we were kits, but then he caught a bad case of greencough just like me. Would I die the same way?

Poppypaw's eyelids dropped over her eyes. Her once brilliant gaze was now in a distant land where no one could be able to reach her. During her sick days her pelt had dulled to a gray tabby print instead of her ebony tabby pelt with the white intermixing. The apprentice looked close to how many cats during The Journey to this land. No one noticed when she knocked out cold besides Jaypaw. Everyone else was alsleep. He had promised Sorreltail that he wouldn't let her die, to protect her with everything he could.

"Poppypaw," A feather light voice called out to me. My ears turned weakly at the sound. Green pools were clouded so she didn't turn to see who it was. It was a she-cat from what I could tell. Her scent was sweet as her voice making me tingle all over my pelt. I've never felt so at home until now after hearing this voice. "Do you wish for your life to continue?" It continued. Then a thought stuck me I was out of my body, but it was completely dark. My eyes widened in surprise. Did I die? No, I have so much to live for. I can't die now when I haven't experienced anything in life. Never loves, mate, kits, being an elder, or even a warrior. She wanted to experience every one of those things, but most of all love from a tom. When Poppypaw asked her mother about love, her only words were 'Love is undeniable and confusing at times, but…Oh Poppypaw you'll learn about all of this when you older. Maybe Berrypaw will become the one you love. Oh wouldn't that be nice?' After that Poppypaw knew love was something too hard to described. She wanted that feeling for someone and for that feeling to be returned by the tom but the only thing was... She felt nothing for the free toms at camp. Even Berrypaw. That tom was handsome, smart, and hot-tempered, he even liked her in that way, but his liking would never be returned. Poppypaw felt as if they were too different for each other. She liked him for like a day, but she never felt up in the clouds and soaring like a bird. No she wanted to soar herself. A tom cannot fulfill your heart because you have to fill that yourself before anyone can help you fly.

"Who are you?" The pretty she cat called out. There was no reply besides this, "Do you wish for your life to continue?" Her neck fur bristled with hate and fury. What did this voice mean? Of course she wanted to live. She wanted to soar like a bird. "I want to soar like a bird! I want to love someone and have that love returned." Poppypaw called out before she could stop herself. This apprentice had always been hot-tempered, but she has stopped herself most of the time before this…Thing. Whatever this thing was. Then a brown wiry tabby popped up. She looked as if she came from Windclan with her build. That was lithe and small. This cat's eyes were an glowing amber that could of pinned any cat to tree, but that voice made her feel at home. The Windclanner's voice reminded her of something, no someone. "So Poppypaw, you wish to soar like a bird?" The Windclanner chuckled. Green eyes just matched the glowing amber gaze. "Well, I know someone who is already soaring, but he feels lonely at times. I only wish for happiness for him and I believe you could fulfill him with that." The feather light voice continued. This cat was messing with her. She was trying to pair her up with some what might she know a weirdo. "I won't let you mess with my mind." Poppypaw yelled before charging at the wiry she cat. It dodged her attack as if it was nothing. Poppypaw turned to lash out the feline, but a paw came crashing down on her muzzle. "You mousebrain Thunderclanner." The tabby snapped. Poppypaw tripped over her paws and landed on her back. Before Poppypaw could get up the Wndclanner came on top of her. Suddenly a forest surrounded the two she-cats. "I will see you later." The Windclanner hissed in her ear and left without another say.

The apprentice turned to her side and just blinked. What had just happened? A Windclan cat just suddenly appeared out of no where, and now she was in a forest. Oh well, she could worry about that later on. Bright green hues traveled over the forest. It was…It was beautiful. Birds filled the area. I'm with them… She thought distantly. The undergrowth was pretty with all the ferns and bushes surrounding her form. This felt like home again, but felt as if something was missing. Something she couldn't figure out. Then she heard voices coming from somewhere. They were song like and just as beautiful as the night light lit forest. Poppypaw was what they were calling for. Why would they be calling for her? Were they like that one other cat? No, these were different. The pretty tortoiseshell padded towards the voices calling her name. Trees continued for a long while before she came to a clearing. There was the sound of water and the cats were getting louder in their song…The death song.