Leafpool sat alone by the edge of the river. Overhead the moon shone into the shimmering stream. The night seemed so peaceful. fish swam by every once in a while to break her moonlit reflection to shining pieces. Her insides burned with her dilemma. Crowfeather was her soul mate-she knew it from the moment he had saved her life. She connected with him- she knew she could spend her life with him.
But he was from another clan.
And she was a medicine cat.
Times before she had walked in dreams with Thunderclan's old medicine cat Spottedleaf. But now the beautiful tortoiseshell wasn't around when she needed her the most. Was StarClan ignoring her because they felt that what she was doing was wrong? No, they would warn her wouldn't they?
Leafpool bowed her head feeling as though she was a horrible medicine cat. What kind of a medicine cat could fail to read the signs of StarClan? Maybe that was a sign by itself.
Leafpool sighed, feeling hollow and alone. She wanted to talk to her mentor Cinderpelt, have he rake her ears with her sharp edged words. She wanted to hear from her mentor what a foolish kit she was being. She had a Clan she was responsible for keeping healthy.
But was it really wrong of her to think of leaving? The clan had Cinderpelt- the most brilliant medicine cat in all the clans not to mention Brightheart had medicine cat training if Cinderpelt ever needed help. All the nights Leafpool had snuck out to meet Crowfeather, StarClan had never gotten angry. The Clan didn't need her.
If what she was doing was so wrong then Spottedleaf surely would've come to her. The only thought that stabbed her heart like a barb was of leaving her sister Squirrelflight without a word. They had been so close since they were kittens, not to mention their special bond that had allowed them to keep in touch with each other during the trip to the Sundown Place. How could she leave her only litter-mate for a cat of another Clan?
Leafpool sighed and padded carefully back to camp. Dustpelt was still on watch from when she had left. The small brown tabby nodded at the medicine cat as she passed. Inside the camp was quiet. The moon shone brightly overhead, illuminating the clearing in ThunderClan's camp a ghostly white.
Leafpool tried to peek into the warrior's den to catch a glimpse of her sister but it was too dark. Sighing dejectedly she crept lightly into the medicine cat's den. Her mentor Cinderpelt was curled in her nest fast asleep. Her soft gray back was curled up towards the entrance.
Leafpool crept over to her. She stuck out a shaking paw and gently prodded her mentor in the side. This was going to be the hardest talk of her life.