Moonpaw padded forward into Cinderpelts den, "Um, Cinderpelt," she called out, glancing anxiously around.
"Yes," came an answer, and Thunderclans medicine cat padded forward to greet the apprentice, "What did you want?"
"Oh, I just wanted to know if Mistyfoot will be okay," asked Moonpaw casting nervous looks at the back of the den where Mistyfoot was curled in a pile if springy newleaf moss.
"She'll live," replied Cinderpelt also looking at the frail body curled there, "She lost a lot of blood. . . not to mention nerve. She keeps waking up and having fits. Whatever happened to her must have been terrifying. Only time will heel her inner pain, until then, I'm trying my hardest."
"Thanks Cinderpelt," mewed Moonpaw.
"Anytime. I have to be off now, Goldenflower has kits coming any minute now," purred Cinderpelt at the thought of the kits. She picked up a bundle of herbs that Moonpaw hadn't noticed till then, and started out of the den.
Before she disappeared, Moonpaw called after her, "Cinderpelt, one more thing!"
The medicine cat turned around and watched with curious eyes, "Yes, what would you like?"
"I was just kind of wondering if I could visit with Mistyfoot?" she scuffed her paw in the dirt then looked up with pleading eyes.
Cinderpelt sighed. Looking at the young cat she couldn't help thinking of herself. She had been so full of energy when she was just made an apprentice. So was Moonpaw, the only difference was that Cinderpelt had wanted more than anything to become a warrior. Moonpaw was happy as an apprentice, and Cinderpelt was sure would grow accustom to being a warrior, but she was having a hard time accepting her fate.
"Please," Moonpaw was hard not to love.
"Alright," purred Cinderpelt, "I think she can manage a chat with you. I have to see to the kits now, but I'm sure it'll go fine. If anything happens, just call me."
"Thank you so much," squealed the young cat. She ran to touch noses with Cinderpelt, then headed to the back of the den where Mistyfoot lay, her chest rising in shaky breaths.
Moonpaw looked down at her for endless minutes, thinking of how beautiful she would have been if she hadn't been in a fight. Instantly Moonpaw thought of the stories of Bluestar and how Mistyfoot was her daughter, "Do you miss her," she whispered.
Suddenly Mistyfoots eyes opened, they stared, blank and glazed with pain and fear, "Where am I," she coughed, "I shouldn't be here. Don't. . . get away from me," she hissed, her fear scent overpowering.
"Mistyfoot, do you remember your mother?" asked Moonpaw with a sudden urge to know more about the clans beloved leader, "Did you love her?"
Mistyfoot closed her eyes again and Moonpaw thought she might not have heard, "Moonpaw," the she-cat whispered, "Why do you ask such a question?"
"Because I want to know more. . . about this clan. It just seems as though I don't know anything," she said, shaking her head.
"Don't you ever listen to the elders," she purred, "I suppose not, young cats these days. Well, she was my mother. I loved her in her dying minutes. She gave birth to us with Oakheart, the old deputy of Riverclan. But she couldn't keep us because she was to become deputy, so Oakheart took us home. Since then we have been loyal Riverclan cats, and always will be," she finished.
"Oh," was all Moonpaw could say.
"I have to go back to my clan," Mistyfoot suddenly looked panicked, "They need me," she tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her shaking frame.
"Would you maybe like a piece of food," asked. Mistyfoot replied yes and Moonpaw trotted off to get some.
A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't very good, but, yeah. I didn't think it was great. I hope you peoples like it. I'm going to write more soon. I really hope you're enjoying this story: ) !