Leafpool
It was a fine leaf-bare day in Thunderclan, many moons after the battle with the dark forest. Snow fell in fine, sparkling flakes, leaving a dusting of white on the forest floor. Jayfeather was sorting herbs, his tail tip twitching irritably. Two apprentices, Cherrypaw and Molepaw, raced through the snow, giggling. Purdy was snoring loudly from the shelter of the elders' den. A light brown tabby she cat by the name of Leafpool sat underneath a small overhang that had been the medicine cat den for a short period of time after the Great Journey.
It brought back memories, from when Leafpool was still a medicine cat. From before Crowfeather had ruined everything. From before she was forced to retire early and become a simple warrior. And Leafpool was awful at it, being a warrior was obviously not what she was meant to do. She was no hunter, and fighting was not her strong spot. How had Mothwing done it? Leafpool remembered that her friend had first trained and gotten her name as a warrior, and then became a medicine cat. Speaking of Mothwing, it had been a while since Leafpool had talked to the pretty Riverclan medicine cat. She made a mental note to find her at the Gathering tomorrow night.