AN: I'm not very good at writing one-shots, am I? Well, here's my favorite medicine cat, Featherwhisker! He always peeked my interest even before Bluestar's Prophecy came out. He was rarely mentioned in the books, but in the field guides he was made out like a hero. Anyways, you guys get to pick the next cat, so make sure it's a good one ;)

FEATHERWHISKER

MATE: NONE

KITS: NONE

FATHER: UNKNOWN

MOTHER: UNKNOWN

SIBLINGS: SUNSTAR

GRANDKITS: NONE

GREAT-GRANDKITS: NONE

DESCRIPTION: SILVERY GRAY TOM WITH LONG WHISKERS

RANK: MEDICINE CAT

MENTOR: GOOSEFEATHER

APPRENTICE(S): SPOTTEDLEAF

CURRENT STATUS: STARCLAN

Darkness crept into the den where Featherwhisker slept. His silvery gray pelt rose and fell as he slept peacefully for the first night in moons.

Cats had been getting sick in the past moons since he'd become a full medicine cat. Greencough was an ever present threat in ThunderClan. He'd been lucky to have enough catmint for those who were already sick. But now more were coming in, and he had a feeling that it would only get worse.

The Clan was only just recovering from Pinestar's loss. He knew that Sunstar would make a fine leader. The orange-furred cat had already been popular with his Clanmates before Pinestar left them. Featherwhisker's tail twitched in his sleep as he thought of the times when he'd seen Sunstar lead the Clan through grace and devotion.

Those thoughts didn't stop the constant nightmares from coming back each night. His dreams had been ravaged by the nightmares since Leopardfoot's only kit, Tigerkit, had survived from the greencough epidemic.

He was padding through the undergrowth, and heard the sounds of cats screeching in pain. His muzzle lifted as he opened his jaws to taste the air. He picked up traces of ThunderClan and ShadowClan mixed together. They were battling with one another.

Featherwhisker peered through a dried bracken bush to see a large dark brown tabby standing in the middle of the battle. Horror crept through the medicine cat when he saw the battle hungry look in the tabby's eyes.

"Featherwhisker!" The medicine cat nearly leaped out of his fur when he heard a soft voice rasp behind his ears. He turned to see a younger looking Goosefeather standing beside him. The speckled gray tom looked at him wistfully for a few heartbeats before gazing at the battle. "It's terrible, isn't it?" he asked quietly.

Featherwhisker could only watch and nod. He knew now that this was a dream sent by StarClan. Goosefeather rarely came to him in his dreams, but now he could see the full light of his former mentor in the eyes of StarClan themselves.

"This is why I never allowed his tainted blood to touch me," he growled. "Why I never allowed him to touch me."

"That's. . ." Featherwhisker barely spoke the word. Leopardfoot would have clawed the life out of him had he told her. This kit, her son, was the one that had been haunting his dreams for so long.

"He is the reason why I tried to live so long," Goosefeather murmured. "But of course that plan never worked out." His tail lashed as he glared at the scene that took place in front of them.

Bodies now littered the clearing after the battle was finished. Featherwhisker could barely contain the fear that had seeped its way into his belly. He didn't want to believe that a tiny kit could cause so much damage. Yet the evidence was in front of him. Goosefeather himself had come to him and tried to persuade him.

Goosefeather seemed to sense the gnawing worry that Featherwhisker felt. His tail brushed against his former apprentice's shoulders. It wasn't a sign of comfort. He just wanted Featherwhisker to see the truth behind this tyrant.

"I'm sorry Goosefeather," the medicine cat whispered. "I'm sorry I never believed you before."

The former medicine cat shook his head as though he'd expected such a thing. Most cats in ThunderClan had thought he had gone mad. Perhaps he did, once. The battle against WindClan had cost Moonflower, his sister, her life. She never did forgive him for sending them out to a battle that should have never been fought.

"All is forgiven," he told his former apprentice. "I had my own doubts myself. But then the signs began to come. Very few of them were descriptive, but there was a mouse that Bluefur caught. The clawmarks on its body reminded me of the stories that were told when TigerClan and the other Clans ruled the forest."

Featherwhisker felt his fur rise as he imagined what Goosefeather would have seen. He couldn't believe he'd been so blinded for this long. The scene in front of them had ended, but the bodies were still in the clearing. Cats wailed in fear and pain at the loss of their Clanmates.

This cat will wade in a pool of blood, if he is not stopped, the medicine cat realized.

"There is one cat who has the power to stop him." Featherwhisker's whiskers twitched in surprise. He glanced at Goosefeather, whose eyes were gleaming like the fire of the sun. "Fire has the power to stop him," the old cat mewed.

"But fire has the power to destroy the Clan," Featherwhisker pointed out. He was surprised that he didn't feel so afraid this time. Something about Goosefeather's words told him that the old medicine cat was right.

"Do not fear the fire that will come," Goosefeather meowed. "Embrace it, and you will become a wise medicine cat."

His body began to fade with the forest as Featherwhisker's dreamworld came to an end. The silvery gray tom was sent back to his own nest, where he slept peacefully for the first night in over a moon. Goosefeather's words had comforted him. He knew that his Clan was in safe paws as long as StarClan guided him. Nothing could stop the fire from stopping the darkness that threatened his Clan.