My Second SparkClan challenge is Tears of Rain. It's based off of a quote. Enjoy!
Fallen Rain
As the tiny droplets of moisture fall from the heavy clouds, I sit next to a sodden corpse. My still brother's bloody brown tabby pelt is soaked by the rain. A trail of blood streams down the slope into a tiny, stony brook. Lightning cracks and thunder booms off in the distance. This storm is a fight my Clan did not win. Their losses consist of my brother, the loyal medicine cat apprentice.
"StarClan, why?" I murmur to myself. "Why didn't I die instead of him?"
I should have died. Dustpaw died protecting me from a fearsome IvyClan warrior, Mallowfang. My mother, Littleflower, is going to be devastated when I drag my brown tabby brother back to camp. My father, Bramblestrike, would want revenge on Mallowfang immediately. The medicine cat, Birdpelt, would fall into another depression because this is the second apprentice that she had lost. How come I had to tell the tale of this tragic happening?
I start to pace up and down the stream to help clear my mind from the shock that I'm in. Rain clings to my sodden gray and black flecked pelt, such a fitting name for myself at the moment because my name is Rainpaw. Beechpaw was my best friend, and now I have no friends. All apprentices in my Clan hate me. They always make fun of me and tease me all the time. Littleflower says that they're just joking around, but she doesn't see when Petalpaw, Frostpaw, and Flamepaw all say nasty and mean things to me. Dustpaw would stick up for me, even if it meant that he would get a beating or have no friends either.
My mentor would be disappointed also. Thornfrost was always pushing me to be my best, but most of the time a little too hard. I almost lost my tail to a dog once, broke my leg climbing a tree to the top, and now almost died. He told me to go get Mallowfang because he thought that I was ready to challenge a very experienced fighter, but I can't even win a fight against Petalpaw, who hates to get her paws bloody. He'd probably give up on me when he lays his piercingly cold amber eyes on Dustpaw's body.
It starts to rain a little harder as my mood becomes worse. Poor Littleflower is all that I'm thinking. When Dustpaw and I were kits, we had two other siblings, Birchkit and Sorrelkit. I was best friends with my sister and brothers, but then the tragedies happened. My littermates and I were born just before the beginning of leafbare unfortunately. Dustkit, but now the dead Dustpaw, and Sorrelkit had caught greencough when they were three moons old. Sadly, Sorrelkit was not strong enough, but even as sever as it was, Dustkit overcame it and decided to become a medicine cat apprentice as soon as he could become an apprentice. Birchkit was not happy with this though. He stopped playing with Dustkit and me and began playing with Flamekit and Petalkit. They were older then all of us and tended to stay away from us because they didn't like us. Birchkit, Flamekit, and Petalkit tried in many ways to make me a medicine cat, but I supported Dustkit fully. They stopped trying and stayed far away from us. Once Flamekit and Petalkit became Flamepaw and Petalpaw, Birchkit was all alone. One day, he left camp with Flamepaw, Petalpaw, and Frostpaw; it was the biggest mistake of his life. Two badgers attacked the group, and the injured group returned with a small dead gray tabby body, Birchkit's body. Littleflower who was still recovering from Sorrelkit's death was devastated fell into a deep depression. It took poor Littleflower moons to recover. She had just gotten over Birchkit's death. She wouldn't take seeing Dustpaw's body being dragged into camp too well.
Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles throughout the forest. The rain is now a heavy downpour. I climb the small hill up the stream that I have been walking next to. I drag my brother's rain soaked body into a hollow log with me to take shelter. I gulp as I reflect on how Bramlestrike would take this all.
Bramblestrike is the type of cat that will seek revenge or does stupid things when things gets desperate. He loved Sorrelkit dearly, probably even more than he has ever loved me. He played with Sorrelkit whenever he got the chance. Littleflower said that loved Sorrelkit because she looked just like a cat that he used to love. When Sorrelkit caught greencough, he searched the forest, even enemy Clan territory for catmint since we were depleted of it. He caused such a problem with IvyClan because that's where he got it from. Too bad it was too late for my sister. She died right before he got to camp with the catmint, but he saved Dustkit at least.
The second time that Bramblestrike's impulsiveness proved tragic was when Birchkit was brought home dead. He blamed IvyClan for murdering the kit instead of a badger because Birchkit had the faint scent of IvyClan on him. Most of my Clan, SplashClan, agreed with him except Vixenstar, Littleflower, and the senior warriors because they knew Birchkit and friends were attacked by the badger set by the IvyClan border. Bramblestrike arranged an attack on IvyClan. The attack went through and now we've been at war ever since.
This time would be the third time. I knew that Dustpaw was his favorite kit because he always seemed to impress my father in little ways, in which I didn't. Mallowfang is a long enemy of Bramblestrike's. He'd take any chance to kill Mallowfang, even if it meant sacrificing himself. I'm scared that he will even attack me and blame Dustpaw's death on me without any hesitation.
The rain seems to lighten a bit. The thunder and lightning seem to become farther away after each flash and boom. It still doesn't lighten my mood though. Birdpelt, my brother's golden brown tabby mentor, would be worried sick. She didn't know where her apprentice was and she didn't know that he was dead. Dustpaw was Birdpelt's second apprentice like I mentioned before. Both of her apprentices died in different battles. Birdpelt and Dustpaw had always a very close relationship. Like mother and son, Birdpelt was always there for him when our mother fell into a depression after Birchkit's death. She helped him through the death. Birdpelt would be as devastated as a mother losing her kit.
The lightning and thunder have seemed to stop, but it still rains steadily. What would happen to me? Why do I worry so much how others will react? I'm deeply saddened by my brother's death, probably the most. No one was as close to him as I was. I only had my corrupting parents left. Littleflower would die of grief and Bramblestrike is destined to get himself killed.
I sit and mourn for what it feels like a moon in the hollow log as the rain patters on my shelter. I look outside of the log to see the raining is stopping. I drag my brother outside of the log. The sun is setting in the direction of camp. Vixenstar most likely already sent out a search patrol out for all of us. My crying that no one can see is over for now. My mourning is over and it's time for me to begin life again. As a medicine cat.
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