Hello! I left you with suspense, and I can tell you, Foxy, that you answer is...
"Right" hissed a voice. Dovefeather heard the harsh voice and thought it was Wolfclaw telling off Fallenkit, Fernkit and Squirrelkit off for playing outside the nursery.
Peeping out, she realised that she was in a meadow. One with a dark forest close by. She shivered. One second she was scouring for cobwebs, the next, she's in this foreign territory.
She turned around and sighed as a warm breeze fluffed up her fur. Suddenly, a ginger tom flung her out of the small hollow she was sleeping in. Landing with a huff she licked her fur clean quickly and stared viciously at her attack. Oh StarClan, it's Blazeteller she thought, eyes wide with horror.
The tom chuckled. "Oh sweet Dovefeather. You are a charmer" he purred, sitting down.
"However, you are important. I have not completed my revenge. You have been captured. When your Clanmates come to rescue you, they'll be slaughtered. If not, I'll kill you" he hissed. Dovefeather's eyes looked up in terror.
"B-b-lazeteller, you know they'll come for me" she whispered, her eyes going wide. Blazeteller chuckled and slashed his tail on the ground, unsheathing his claws as soon as he noticed Dapplestar crying, "Attack.' "No" screeched Dovefeather. Blazeteller bowled over Dapplestar and they looked like they were locked by their ferocious eyes and sharp fangs.
Dovefeather stood up and then was pinned down by a Tribe she-cat, her eyes fierce. It was the small cream cat, Rose
. She dove underneath her, and taking advantage, Dovefeather risked her shoulder bone by twisted around and clawing her ear. She was surprised how, she, the medicine cat apprentice, was a decent fighter. She did do at least two moons of basic training.
She unsheathed her claws after licking off the blood and managed to scrape Rose's flank before snapping the she-cat's tail with her teeth.
With a jerk, Rose slashed her shoulder and she ran off. Then, a fierce-looking cream tabby stalked close to her, without Dovefeather realising. This was her Tribe, she was young here, grew up in a fine, cave world she loved, not here.
Suddenly, sharp claws dug into her side and she swerved around, her eyes gleaming with frustration as Kestrel clawed her sore shoulders. She tore herself out, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach and slashed her opponent's face, feeling flesh and something else she couldn't see.
Kestrel was groaning with horror and when she looked at her claw, her vision blurred. I tore out her...eye she thought, gulping as the angry she-cat, horrid-looking, went to her throat.
She slid around to the back and slashed it. Dovefeather's breath was held as she felt cool water around her head, and everything, everything...
"Dovefeather" cried, a voice, hauling the medicine cat apprentice up. Brambletail was shaking her.
"What are you doing?' she asked him, looking around to find herself in the medicine den with herbs and cobwebs everywhere. "You put a good fight" he grumbled, lifting up her scarred throat and gently placing some marigold on it.
"Feel any better?" asked the dark brown tom, swishing his long tail. "Everything" she purred, relaxing and wanting to curl up and sleep. "Well, you're lucky" he groaned, the gentle breathing of Creekpelt making her lift her head.
Creekpelt and Ivylight were sleeping, and they looked as beat up as her.
"We didn't win, did we?" she meowed, her eyes going wide. "No, of course not. They recruited several rouges and kittypets and it was too much" he meowed, pulling Swifttail up to a nest.
"Ivylight..." whispered Dovefeather. The she-cat looked up. "Yes" she asked. "Your kits?" she meowed, her gaze drifting to her belly.
"Oh, they aren't due for ages" she chuckled, lying back down. Swifttail purred. Dovefeather watched as Wolfclaw stepped in with some mossballs of water.
'Here" he meowed, handing some to the five cats. Lapping it up, Dovefeather slowly went up and winced. Her left shoulder was killing her.
"Oh, you've hurt your shoulder bad, Dovefeather. The only herb that can heal it is thyme" he meowed.
"What, I can't wait that long. I have medicine cat stuff to do" she snapped, licking it. "No, thyme as in the herb. Just chew it up and it should work a charm. But just walk around for a day and at evening, you can come and..." he meowed, his words broken off by a call from Dapplestar.
"I wonder what she wants" snapped Brambletail, heading out and sitting next to Dovefeather. Three bodies scampered up to meet Dapplestar. Eveningpelt's kits. It's been six moons already she thought.
No cat really paid attention until it was time to choose the mentors. "Fallenpaw's mentor shall be...Swifttail." The injured warrior limped out of the medicine den and touched noses with her.
"I'll mentor you the best I can" he promised, stepping down with Fallenpaw. "Squirrelpaw, your mentor shall be Jackalstorm" she meowed. The ginger she-cat touched noses and headed down.
"Fernpaw, your mentor shall be Rockypelt" she announced. The grey warrior dipped her head and touched noses, and padded down. Squirrelpaw's eyes faintly twinkled as she noticed Bugpaw pass by.
Creekpelt sighed. "I remember when Jackelstorm mentored me" she purred, nodding at Squirrelpaw happily.
Dovefeather headed in after a quick 'congratulations' and watched as Swifttail went out, chatting with Fallenpaw happily.
Suddenly, a frantic-looking Cranefeather rushed in and knocked over Brambletail and a couple piles of poppy seeds. "Eveningpelt is missing" he snapped, ignoring the sour words Brambletail was lecturing him about.
"What" snapped Ivylight, looking up. "The last time I saw her..." her voice trailed off as she remembered, "was when she went off talking with Blazeteller." Blazeteller thought Dovefeather, struggling not to hiss out his name.
"We'll look for her tommorrow" promised Dapplestar, who was creeping up behind him. "Thank you so much" he purred, padding out and calling, 'Eveningpelt.'
Enjoy? I know it takes a while to write this, but I must correct stuff a lot and such. Hope you enjoy-marbleclaw