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Echopaw sat in the rain, watching with secret joy as the ThunderClan cats tried to stay out of it. Most were in their dens or on patrol, but every once in a while an apprentice or even a warrior would make a mad dash from their warm den to the fresh-kill pile and grab the first thing they saw. It was quite entertaining for Echopaw. She loved the rain; it felt just like swimming. She looked over at the nursery. Ferncloud's kits huddled just in the entrance, whispering to each other. Foxkit pushed Icekit and Icekit looked back angrily before dashing to the fresh-kill pile. Icekit ran back with a mouse. Echopaw laughed at the two kits just as Jaypaw lipped out. He stayed where he couldn't get too wet.
"What are you laughing about?" He growled.
"Nothing." She lied. He grabbed her tail so she couldn't leave.
"And I am Clan leader." He spat. Echopaw growled.
"Either way you have no manners." She commented. He prowled again, unsheathing his claws so their pierced her tail. She held back a yowl of pain.
"Now tell me what you are laughing at." He hissed.
"Why does it matter? You know, I didn't have to save you when you fell off the log at the gathering." She hissed back. He dug his claws in farther.
"So why did you?" He mocked.
"I felt it was the right thing to do!" She hissed back.
"Well, you shouldn't even have been at the gathering! It isn't for cats who think they belong in a Clan that doesn't exist." He snapped. Finally, he let go of her tail and slipped back inside. Echopaw licked her fur flat, his stinging words still hurting as much as the marks he had left in her tail. She looked back. No other cats had seen or heard their words, and she sighed before padding back inside. Leafpool was just waking up and Jaypaw was sorting herbs.
"Your all wet! Didn't fall in the lake again did you?" Leafpool mewed when she noticed the WishClan apprentice come in.
"No. I was sitting in the rain." Echopaw replied, shaking herself by the entrance. Some stray drops hit Jaypaw.
"Watch it." He growled quietly as she passed him to go to her nest.
"Well, be careful with water. It could give you a cold." Leafpool warned.
"I know, but it is way harder for WishClan cats to catch colds and coughs. Our fur and skin is made for water, so it dries quickly." She explained. Leafpool nodded, not thoroughly convinced but enough. Echopaw closed her eyes for a nap.
She blinked open her eyes, finding herself in the WishClan leader's den. Outside the den, lightning streaked the sky and rain poured onto the ground. The cat she was seeing with moved forward and out of the den as a crash of thunder sounded. Featherstorm's kits jumped almost out of their fur and huddled against their mother. Only Lightningkit stayed separated, rolling in a puddle.
"It is alright. The thunder and lightning will not hurt you." Featherstorm comforted. Robinkit and Nightkit moved forward nervously, but Tinykit stayed under her mother.
"I'm not afraid of the thunder and lightning." She admitted.
"Then what is the matter?" Featherstorm asked, licking her daughter's head.
"The rain is too cold!" Tinykit whined, hissing and squirming away from a drop coming off her mother's fur. Featherstorm laughed.
"If you ever want to swim you will have to get used to water. You like fish don't you? If you can't swim you can't catch fish." Featherstorm meowed. Tinykit's eyes widened and she bounded forward to roll with Lightningkit in his puddle. Another bolt of lightning slashed the sky and all four kits jumped as the ground shook with thunder.
"Fallingstar, the medicine den is flooding!" Gingerleaf yowled from the other side of camp. The cat she was looking through turned her head quickly and bounded over as Cloverpaw came out with Skykit an Bramblekit in her mouth. They were soaking wet and mewling, Bramblekit coughing as Cloverpaw set them down.
"Bramblekit's cold is going to get worse in this weather now that the medicine den is too wet to keep him in. If we don't find somewhere dry away from the other kits it could turn into whitecough or greencough." Cloverpaw mewed quickly, protecting the kits from the rain with her body.
"My den is the highest and least likely to flood. They can stay in there. If I have to, I can sleep in the nursery or warriors' den." Fallingstar mewed quickly. Echopaw realized she was seeing through Fallingstar's eyes.
"Alright, but I don't like it. You need a good den yourself, but it is also important for these kits to get better. They are so young that even whitecough might prove fatal. Cloverpaw, get those kits in there then help me get the herbs out of the water before they are ruined. Get the most important herbs at least and help me find a place to put them." Gingerleaf ordered.
"Again, my den would be a good place for a temporary medicine den. You two can sleep there until your den is dry. I honestly don't mind." Fallingstar meowed. Gingerleaf nodded gratefully.
"Thank you." Cloverpaw mewed in relief. She bounded over to Fallingstar's den and disappeared with the two kits inside. Fallingstar followed Gingerleaf into the medicine den. The vision began to blur.
"Wait, don't go! I want to know more!" She gasped, but it turned dark.
Reluctantly, Echopaw blinked open her eyes. Jaypaw was growling at her from where he was still sorting herbs.
"Who are you talking to? I didn't say anything or try to leave and I am the only one in here!" He hissed angrily.
"Nobody. Sorry." She growled back. I'll have to think my dreams next time, not say them. She thought as she stretched and slipped out the den. Her wounds ached and stung as the rain hit them. It had grown harder since she had fallen asleep. She looked towards the nursery, an aching homesickness stinging her heart as well as she imagined the playing kits of her dream. She half-way expected to see Cloverpaw come out of Firestar's den and come racing towards her, but the only ginger cat emerging was Firestar himself, making a mad dash to the nursery to try and avoid getting wet. She looked towards the apprentices' den, hoping to see even an injured Hawkpaw come out and greet her, or a bossy Foxpaw to ask her why she was in the medicine den. She wanted to see the trouble twins Coyotepaw and Wolfpaw pulling a prank on her or the elders and getting scolded by the older cats. She looked sadly at the fresh-kill pile. No scent of fish or shining scales stole her eye, only the wet forest prey. She rested her head on her paws, feeling lonely in the Clan she had not been born in.