I'm going to be switching the P.O.V from Dragonstar to Finchwing, I don't want the same thing happening with the leaders thinking all over again and stuff. So don't be confused!
Finchwing watched her leader, who was coughing loudly in the leaders den, Heatherfoot circling around him. She flattened her ears against her head, thinking that he had green-cough. She padded into his den, and motioned for Heatherfoot to leave his den, and the herbs inside. "Does he have green-cough?" Finchwing asked Heatherfoot. Heatherfoot stared at her paws, sighing deeply. "He is in the later stages of black-cough. If I don't cure him, all his lives might be taken away at once." She murmured.
Finchwing's fur bristled and began standing on end, "what? That's outrageous! You have to cure him, especially now that I still haven't gotten an apprentice of my own." Her eyes narrowed and she sat down, forcing her fur flat. "I'm sorry Finchwing, I have no idea how to cure him." Heatherfoot whispered, before padding out the den and towards her den. She called for Gorsepaw, and they both left together. "What are you doing?! At this time!" Finchwing called, as she reached both of them. "Nothing will happen throughout the night, I am just getting a message from CloudClan. It was Gorsepaw's idea, and anyways, it's about time he was made a medicine cat. I'm old, ever so old."
Finchwing glared at Heatherfoot. "No, don't you say that." She snapped, before calming down again. "Finchwing," Heatherfoot sighed, placing her tail on the deputies shoulder. "There will be times of great death, like right now. And there will be times where light shines through the clouds and rain that clog up the sky. You can be that light, but you have to try to do something to get there. Cats die, it's just part of a cycle." She smiled. At that moment, Finchwing could understand what she was talking about. Heatherfoot was old, gray fur stained her regular tortoiseshell fur, speckling her pelt. Inching far along her muzzle, some on her paws and chest as well as her back. Gorsepaw prodded Heatherfoot, signaling for them to leave. Finchwing watched them leave, she turned away once she lost sight of them, and returned to Camp. "F-Finchwing..." A rasping voice called for the deputy. "Yes?" Finchwing asked, turning around to see Dragonstar, limping out of the leaders den. His fur was matted and his structure looking frail and weak. "Dragonstar, what are you doing out of your den?!" Finchwing asked, leaping to her leaders side in case he fell. She winced at feeling his ribs sticking out of his pelt. He's so young, a quarter moon ago he was perfectly fine. How bad is this disease?
"Don't come close to me, Finchwing. It's not good." Dragonstar croaked, his voice hoarse. "I'll get you sick too." He stared at his paws and quieted down. "The dawn patrol found a cat off territory, a kitty-pet to be exact. I have allowed him to join the Clan." He flattened his ear at another raspy cough before continuing. "His name is Sandy, you can do the ceremony for him. I can't..." He hacked and trudged to his den.
Finchwing nodded and leaped onto Jagged Peak, before calling together the Clan. Her heart leaped when she noticed the Clan gathering, but they watched her disdainfully, glares seeping in their eyes. "N-NightClan... Dragonstar is terribly sick and I must make this announcement instead." She called out quietly, the Clan shifted uncomfortably. I shouldn't have mentioned that... Dragonstar peeked out of his den, sending Sandy over to Finchwing. Sandy was a Russian blue, Maine coon mix, fluffy light blue fur with black stripes along his body and one streaking down his back where they all rippled off. Like a sand dune.
"Sandy the kitty-pet has wished to join the Clan. So he will begin his Clan life as an apprentice. Sandy, you are the age of six moons, and you are to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Dunepaw. Your mentor will be me. I hope I will pass down all I know on to you."
Dunepaw trotted up to Finchwing, eyes wide. He leaned over and touched noses with Finchwing. "T-Thank you. I will prove to you I'm worthy." He smiled before settling down under Jagged Peak.
"Clan dismissed!" Finchwing yowled, leaping down to her apprentices side.
I hope they don't torture Dunepaw, the Clans are all a bit rough on kitty-pets...
