Here's chapter...I don't even remember which chapter it is! Oh well, here's the next chapter, in Weaselstar's point of view!
Fear threatened to overwhelm Weaselstar as he watched his Clanmates run around, trying to catch as much prey as they could before the journey started. All the facts they had no medicine cat were coming true. He knew that the Clan would not survive without the knowledge or healing skills of a medicine cat.
His thoughts turned abruptly to Mouseflight, the beautiful she-cat who had run with Runningmoon. There had been a time when he loved her, for she was both beautiful and spirited. But his feelings soon changed when he realized she would never love him back.
He shook his head slowly, and began to think of ways to figure out who the next medicine cat would be. Normally, the medicine cat apprentice would have taken over the task, but Brownpaw had died as well.
Grief for the lost members of his Clan made Weaselstar dig his claws into the ground. He couldn't save them, no matter how much he wanted to. It had been a battle that was impossible to win. The lake's eruption, and then the lava that came afterward. It was as though StarClan themselves wanted to kill off every single cat in the Clan.
Weaselstar curled up in a small nest, suddenly feeling the exhaustion that had crept through his body. When he closed his eyes, he dound himself in a forest that seemed familiar.
As a matter of fact, it was. This was where he had received his nine lives. He clearly remembered it. He remembered Ashstar, Breezestar, Tornear and Harespring. The rest of them was just a faint memory.
Suddenly a twig snapped, making the ginger tom whirl around. His eyes widened in surprise when Brownpaw emerged from a small clearing. Her brown eyes, which gave her her name, were gleaming with starlight as she watched him.
"Greetings Weaselstar," she mewed with a dip of her head. Her long, feather-like tail was pluming as though she had seen the biggest badger in the world.
"Greetings Brownpaw," Weaselstar replied, dipping his head in the same gesture.
His confusion increased when Kestrelflight padded forward. There was an urgent look in the mottled gray tom's eyes, and he flicked his tail, signaling for Brownpaw to step down. The brown-and-cream she-cat backed down, though her eyes were gleaming with curiosity.
"Weaselstar, I have some news for you," Kestrelflight meowed. "It deals with your next medicine cat."
Weaselstar stared at the former medicine cat, blinking all the while. So StarClan did have the answer to his problem.
"Look to the trees," Kestrelflight murmured. His voice became a whisper, and suddenly, the two cats disappeared, as though the wind had swept them away.
Confusion spread even more through Weaselstar. What did Kestrelflight mean by look to the trees? Did he mean ThunderClan? Was a ThunderClan cat going to be the next medicine cat?
Than a sudden thought flickered in his mind. Woodpaw. The young apprentice had shown no signs of liking the life of a warrior. In fact, he even looked like he resented it. But Woodpaw didn't have the chance to train as a medicine cat because of Brownpaw. Now, he would have a chance, and StarClan would guide him through his training.
Weaselstar blinked his eyes open, and found himself back in his make-shift nest. He rose to his paws, and immediately bounded over to the small group of WindClan cats who were huddled together against the cold breeze.
Woodpaw was talking frantically to Shadepaw, whose eyes seemed dull with shock. Weaselstar drew in a deep breath. The young apprentice was already acting like a medicine cat.
Look to the trees, Kestrelflight had said. Weaselstar knew that Woodpaw would be the perfect choice. And tree trunks were wood, so it made sense that Kestrelflight would say that.
"Woodpaw, can I talk to you for a moment?" Weaselstar asked.
The mottled brown tom's mouth dropped open, and he didn't even need to reply. But he shot a worried look towards Shadepaw, who was still crouched on the ground next to Hazelpaw. Weaselstar nodded and led Woodpaw towards a small pile of branches.
"I had a dream from StarClan, about who the next medicine cat should be," Weaselstar meowed.
Woodpaw's eyes widened in shock, then he remained silent. "But...what about my mentor?" he asked in a low voice.
"Owlwhisker will understand," Weaselstar replied. "But right now, I would like to come with you to the Moonpool."
The young apprentice's eyes were gleaming with excitement now, and he dipped his head. Weaselstar padded over to where the other leaders were talking in low voices. Cinderstar's tail was arched towards her ears, while Reedstar seemed content. Dawnstar's eyes flashed suspiciously, as always, as she spoke.
"Before we leave, I must take Woodpaw to the Moonpool," Weaselstar announced to the leaders.
Cinderstar didn't look surprised. In fact, she almost looked pleased. Immediately Weaselstar felt his fur stand on end. Since when have ThunderClan cats ever cared about WindClan's problems?
"Very well," Reedstar meowed. "We will stay for one more day. Willowshine has almost finished collecting the herbs necessary for such a long journey."
Weaselstar dipped his head, while Dawnstar let out a low hiss of annoyance. Rolling his eyes, he led Woodpaw towards the Moonpool, where hopefully, the young cat would start his training.
And he believed that both Flamecloud and Willowshine could help him train when it came to learning herbs. It would be a perfect system, of older medicine cats training younger cats.
As they reached the Moonpool, Weaselstar felt the wind pick up. He knew they would have to hurry; perhaps StarClan themselves were preparing the journey as well. And when Woodpaw touched the Moonpool's water, the young apprentice fell asleep.