This is a one shot story, I post on Warrior rp sites and my one Medicine cat had to die. I don't know why I am posting this here but...well I really liked what I had wrote. I will not continue with this but you may post reviews if you like.
You live, And then you die.
Frostpelt padded into her den. It was a beautiful den. She loved it. It wasn't the forest but it was still beautiful. It was home. She looked around at the stone walls. She stuck her head out and watched the camp. The nursery held her brother and his mate. The warriors den was nearly empty, the warriors out hunting or patroling or training Apprentinces. The apprentinces den was empty. The elders den was almost full. The elders, were being looked after. Her leader's den was high up, her leader resting inside. The fresh-kill pile full. Frostpelt retreated into her den thinking of Duskshadow, her former apprentince. She would be a good medicine Cat. Well respected and able to train an apprentince of her own well. The herbs she had collected were where they had always been, piled neatly in stacks. There was the pool of water they used to quench ill cat's thirst. Duskshadow's nest which she would not need any longer. She retreted futher in were more herbs and berries were. And her own nest of soft moss and feathers. Frostpelt lay down with a sigh. Her life had been good. She had loved every minute of it. She had watched cats die, Wondering what it was like. It doesn't hurt she though dieing doesn't hurt if you die like this. Putting her head on her paws she sighed again. Closing her eyes for the last time. Her breathing slowed and finally stoped. A single tear trickled down her fur and landed on her paws.
She was dead.