Challenge #2 "When I See You Again."
"Spottedheart." A small voice said behind me and I turn to the medicine cat apprentice, a bright soul named Beechpaw. She's always helping me, the last elder in RiverClan. At least for now anyway.
I can't help but want the grip of death to reach me, pick me up and bring me to StarClan. I feel as if I belong there will my friends, my family. Everyone resides there.
My mate, Sorrelpelt. My mother, Dappleclaw. My father, Brightfur. My sister, Whitetuft. Everyone left me, even my kit, Twigkit. They are all gone and I just sit in this ragged old den, waiting for the time to come for me to join them.
"Thinking of the old times?" she asked as she replaced the leaves that coated my destroyed leg, making me shudder as the breeze hit its skin. Even after all this time, over fifty moons, his injury still holds me down. I nod in response and she presses a gentle paw on my injury, making me wince. "Why don't you tell me about it while I rearrange your splint?"
I blink and smile at her, watching her start to work on my wound. "I can help you discover yourself as we take a trip down memory lane, and to the day I got this permanent-"
"Temporary."
"-Temporary injury." I chuckle hoarsely at her. She's always telling me that it'll get better, my wound will heal and I'll be up and running again, even if I am an elder. I'm still young-ish, but my injury made me retire at seventy-two moons and now I sit, waiting for her to begin putting the herbs on my leg as I begin the tale.
"It was dark; the whole Clan was almost silent. The only thing that could be heard where the quiet squeals of the kits in the nursery- but even then it was quiet. I was on edge, the chill of the air coming into the well-built warrior den. I could feel the others, even my parents, on edge as well as we all glanced outside. There were four cats, all from ThunderClan and they looked… threatening. The leader was talking, but I couldn't hear. I wasn't sure of anything, then they attacked. Not just the four cats, all of ThunderClan seemed to rain down on us, killing so many in the process. Our leader died, our deputy died and so many others fell with them, but we chased them out. Nothing more should be said, the only thing good that came out of it was new kits, new Clan, new life. But I'm still trapped, with this wound the ThunderClan leader gave me."
I glance over at Beechpaw, who had fell silent when the story got to the deaths. She hiccupped and I sighed, blinking at her. "Don't let it get to you though, Beechpaw. My story doesn't belong in this time, not now anyway."
She continued with my wound, silent as a butterfly's wings. I couldn't help but feel a little smile creep up on my face as she reacted to my story. For once, my tale didn't fall on deaf ears. Maybe soon, I can rejoin my companions and see her as the true medicine cat she really is. Maybe… Just maybe…
