Death or Life?
Flamekit lay in the medicine den, slowly dying a little more each day. No matter what Smallflower did, she couldn't save the little tom. None of the herbs worked. Nightpaw, her aprrentice, was extremely worried and distressed. Even more so than Smallflower.
"Nightpaw, you need rest." Smallflower told her apprentice in a soothing tone. The tom hadn't slept for a few days and it was starting to take affect. Reluctantly, Nightpaw went to his nest and fell asleep instantly.
Nightpoaw woke up in the middle of a field. To his right it was dark and disgusting with an evil looking and scarred tom sitting there, looking rather bored. To the left, the field was bright and beautiful with flowers and a few butterflies and a starry, gentle looking she-cat. He tried to move closer to her, but felt his paws rooted to the spot. Then, he noticed the flame colored kit standing in front of him.
"Flamekit!" He gasped, staring in shock. The other two cats he could see through, he figured they were dead. 'Does that mean Flamekit died?' Nightpaw was scared for a moment, until he realized Flamekit was solid.
"Hi Nightpaw!" The tom-kit said looking excited to recognize him. "Do you know why we are here?"
"You're here because you have a choice." The scarred tom said, standing up. He was quite menacing, and Nightpaw tried to move away from him before he remembered he couldn't move.
"Stop frightening them, Leafscar!" The she-cat scolded with a glare. Then she looked at Nightpaw and Flamekit, her expression softening. "Hello, Flamekit, Nightpaw. I'm Morningbreeze, and my companion is Leafscar." She said, shooting a glare at Leafscar, who just rolled his eyes.
"Like I was saying, you have a choice Nightpaw." Leafscar said, choosing to ignore Morningbreeze. "You can live and let Flamekit die but find a new herb that would've cured him and will cure other, or you can die and Flamekit can live. Choose quickly, we don't have all day." Leafscar said, snapping a little at the end.
To Nightpaw it was an easy decision. Obviously he'd let Flamekit live. But before he could say so, Flamekit looked at him.
"You have to make the decision. He said others would get my sickness, so just let me die! You'll find the cure." Flamkit said, staring at the older tom right in the eye. "Please, Nightpaw. I'm in pain. It'll be easier because if you let me die. You'll be helping everyone."
Nightpaw took a minuet to decide. Flamekit was just a kit, but he was already wiser than most warriors. Reluctantly, Nightpaw answered while staring at the ground.
"If Flamekit dies, I'll find the cure, right?" He took another breathe when Morningbreeze nodded, and then made his final answer. "I'll find the cure then."
And then Nightpaw woke up to Smallflower shaking him. He already knew what she would tell him. A few days later, Nightpaw found the cure just as Ivytail fell ill.