What did I tell you; Lincoln-Kennedy is freaky. This chapter I'll try my best on.
"Wake up, Jaypaw!" barked a voice into my ear.
"Eah!" I rose from my bed to glare at the irritable Thornclaw, the oldest warrior in the den. "Whadda you want?" I asked him drowsily.
"Border patrol; Sorreltail, Brackenfur, and Squirrelflight- apprentices included. You have two minutes." He left the den, leaving his anger fizzling in the air.
I shook my head to clear the sleep from me. I glanced at Falconpaw, looking at his herb-covered, beaten body. Willowshine would be hearing about this, right now.
"Falconpaw," I hissed as I gave his shoulder a nudge. He opened his eyes and moved around his nest, moaning in pain. "Get up."
"Jaypaw, what the fox-dung do you want?" he demanded angrily.
"Your injuries need more covering," I said bluntly.
"And you know, how?"
I put my head to one side, confused. How did I know what herbs to use? Does this mean that StarClan has put a path for me, one that would make me a medicine cat? No! NO! I want to be a warrior. I can't be a medicine cat again! Never!
"I-Just go! Tell her to double-check your wounds!" I ran out of the den, headed for the medicine den. I needed to talk to Cherrypaw, now.
The wind ripped through my pelt as I headed to the medicine den, anger bubbling inside me. Why did I have StarClan have to lay out this path for me? I want to be a warrior, not a snobby medicine cat!
I closed my eyes and ran blindly through camp. My feet carried me to wherever they wanted to go,, and my body followed.
"Jaypaw, is everything okay?" asked the voice of Cherrypaw. I opened my eyes to look at her. Her ginger pelt was reflecting off the beautiful Greenleaf sun, making it shine. I, however, was on the floor, pressed to some ferns.
"Tell me, Cherrypaw," I said as I raised myself against the ground. "What does it mean when you're not a medicine cat apprentice, but you know your herbs?"
Cherrypaw's eyes widened as I said that. "Hey, Jaypaw," she asked shakily. "D-did you k-know that me and Molepaw's ceremony is today?"
"No," I said, aware that she was hiding something. I caught a tabby pelt moving out of the corner of my eye. 'And it seems that it's happening now."
"Cherrypaw, Molepaw: Time for you two to get your names," Bramblestar stated from the top of the Rock.
Cherrypaw looked at me fondly for a moment, and then walked forward to the rock. I returned her gaze, saying with it, Good job.
"Molepaw, you have gotten good training from Crowfeather. Do you promise to uphold the warrior code at any cost?"
"Yes."
"Then I name you Molewhisker."
Willowshine then got up the Highrock. "Cherrypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and carry your vows as a medicine cat?"
"Yes, Willowshine!"
"Then I now condemn you all to death!" she screeched as the bramble tunnel started rustling. There were murmurs of confusion as her words sunk into the minds of ThunderClan.
But something was happening to myself. I could hear voices somewhere close.
"She said it." one voice stated.
"Then start the battle!"
And then, RiverClan busted through the tunnel, and Grassstar, along with Mallownose and Minnowtail as escort, were headed toward a weakened Bramblestar, their claws unsheathed, their faces dripping with malice.
Death in the next chapter.
