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Chapter 2

Patchkit plopped down into her nest. It was soft, and warm, she curled into a ball and closed her eyes tight. She didn't want to speak to her mother, she was mad at her and wanted her to know it, so instead of talking she just made her fur bristle. Fortunately her mother said nothing, so Patchkit focused on the voices of cats outside.

"RiverClan wants back sunningrocks! I've heard that if this tension lasts longer there is going to be a battle!" Said one cat.

"WindClan is our friend! They would help if ShadowClan attacked!" Another said.

"Hey! Swiftwing, did you take the last squirrel!?" One complained.

Patchkit quickly got bored with it and opened her eyes. The den was pretty dark, she could hear her mother's soft breathing behind her, then the entrance rustled, a pair of dark amber eyes popped into view. Followed closely by a pair of blue ones. It was her littermates!

Flamekit tumbled into the den, he had been pushed by Dewkit! The two wrestled around for a while, then broke up when they nearly trampled a sleeping Willowfur's tail. They then trotted over to Patchkit nonchalantly, though their fur was all ruffled.

"I wish you could play with us, Patchkit!" Dewkit whined, then nuzzled Patchkit playfully. Patchkit nipped playfully at Dewkit's nose. Dewkit grinned then sat down. Flamekit was flicking his tail sadly.

"I'm sorry you had an attack, Patchkit! It's so stupid that you have to rest!" Flamekit blinked his amber eyes sadly then licked the top of Patchkit's head. Dewkit and Flamekit stayed in the den for a while and chatted quietly (they didn't want to wake Willowfur) but Patchkit noticed the look in their eyes whenever they glanced towards the entrance to the den, and how their claws came in and out.

"You guys can go play, I don't want you to be miserable because of me." Patchkit said. Dewkit and Flamekit exchanged looks uncertainly, they asked if she was sure and Patchkit said she was very sure. Then they were gone quicker than a fleeing mouse.

Patchkit glanced sheepishly at Willowfur, there was no food in here, and she didn't want to wake her exhausted mother. So she slipped out of the den and over to the freshkill pile. She had begun to lug back a mouse when a cat with light gray fur and green eyes blocked her. Fernwing. MOUSEDUNG! Patchkit thought.

"What are you doing out here, Patchkit!?" Fernwing asked so Patchkit explained how her mother was sleeping and how she was hungry and how she decided to go get some food. Fernwing frowned and was silent for a bit. Just long enough for Patchkit to enjoy the outdoors. It was a cloudless day, and the wind blew gently through her fur. By now it was sunhigh, and the sun warmed her pelt.

"Fine, but come, I need to speak with your mother." Fernwing said and lead Patchkit back into the den. The two cats whispered to each other while Patchkit devoured her mouse. She imagined stalking the creature then pouncing and ending it's life, but it's death supported the clan's life, and StarClan was kind to grant them with the food.

She also imagined fighting those greedy RiverClan cats who wanted sunningrocks fro themselves. How she would slash at the fishy pelts and watch them run off in terror. That's how she wanted to serve her clan.

Fernwing finally left leaving Patchkit alone with her mother.

"Darling, we need to talk." Willowfur said. Patchkit gulped and turned towards her.

"So I know that you want to become a warrior, and you'd be great at it! It's just that, with your...well, your disability, I think it would be more useful to the clan, and safer for you, if you became a medicine cat." Patchkit knew it was coming but was still shocked all the same. She let her fur bristle.

"B-but I don't want to be a medicine cat, I want to be a warrior like dad was! He died defending his clan from foxes! He died w-with honor! I can be a great warrior! I'll train extra hard!" Patchkit yowled, but that hurt her chest, which was still sore.

"Patchkit, you'd be a great warrior! It's just, that with your breathing issues, you'd be an even better medicine cat! Think about it, your healing all your clanmates! Saving them from death!" Willowfur said softly.

"But, I don't want to be a medicine cat! All the herbs and plants, that's BORING!If I was a warrior I could fight, and hunt, and train! That's FUN!" Patchkit complained.

"Listen, it's just that Fernwing has already spoken to Whistlestar! Your going to be a medicine cat! It will be fun, trust me!" Willowfur said raising her voice.

" I DON'T WANT TO BE A MEDICINE CAT!" Patchkit yowled, then she turned and burst out of the den. Her dream now broken like the bones of a mouse.

Will Patchkit ever become a warrior? Or will she be forced to follow Fernwing's path? Keep reading and please review!