Disclaimer: I do not own the Warriors books or their main characters. Copyright is Erin Hunter.
This is my newest story about Jayfeather. This story takes place after Last Hope and sets place in the universe of "Crowfeather's return". I hope you enjoy it. Rated T for dead cats.
Prolog
"Hey, Jaykit, wake up. Today we are going to be apprentices." Lionkit mewed and nudged his brother.
He had looked forward to becoming an apprentice, but now he wasn't so sure whether he still wanted to be one. All his life Jaykit dreamed of becoming a warrior, like his father Brambleclaw. Being blind never seemed to be a problem for him and the young tom thought it wouldn't interfere with his dreams. Now he wasn't so sure anymore. Leafpool, ThunderClan's medicine cat, had told him he should become her apprentice and train to be a medicine cat. Jaykit had loaded her for proposing this. Why would anyone want to be a medicine cat? What a tedious job, stuck in camp all day, looking after kits and elders.
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"Jaypaw, can you go and check on Mousefur again? She complained about her throat." Leafpool called to him.
He had ended up being the medicine cat's apprentice after all. Jaypaw had tried hard to be a warrior, but a battle with ShadowClan and a long conversation with his ancestors in StarClan had taught him that he was destined to be a medicine cat. He hated his life. Lionpaw and Hollypaw, his littermates, had just been given their warrior names: Lionblaze and Hollyleaf. He was happy for them and proud; but a small part in him envied his brother and sister.
"Yes, Leafpool, I'll check on her." He mewed unenthusiastically.
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Many moons had passed and Jayfeather was now ThunderClan's medicine cat. It turned out that Leafpool was his true mother and a WindClan tom named Crowfeather his father. Because medicine cats are forbidden to have kits, Leafpool had to step down; hence Jayfeather became ThunderClan's medicine cat. He still hated his life. Particularly, when he was supposed to safe the four Clans that lived by the lake from utter destruction, while they accused him of murder. He was one of the Three. He was the one with the great destiny. The one who was more powerful than StarClan. Yet, he was stuck in the stone hollow that served as ThunderClan's camp looking after kits and elders.
He and Leafpool had argued about his growing duties. The Clan was growing bigger and it was not possible to look after all his Clanmates by himself. The former medicine cat tried to convince him to take an apprentice, but her son had ignored her wishes. How could he ask someone to become a medicine cat? How could he train one of them to become something that he hated? Deep down in his heart, Jayfeather knew that he had to train an apprentice at some point; however, he pushed that thought out of his mind.
Continues soon...