Sorry I haven't updated in soooo long! I have all the chaps to chapter 10 done, and I'm updatng twice a week. So there!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Ratpaw.
Cinderpelt walked through soft, fluffy snow. It's the middle of Greenleaf, she thought, it shouldn't be snowing.
The ThunderClan medicine cat walked toward a single tree in the world of white. Cinderpelt looked up into the tree. Strange, she thought, this tree still has leaves,
Ciderpelt looked up into the sky. The stars of Silverpelt smiled back at her. Suddenly, the gray tabby she-cat heard hissing. Hundreds of gray rats streamed from everywhere, their red eyes gleaming. A silvery star rocketed down from StarClan, and took the shape of a golden-brown tabby with kind gray-green eyes. The rats faded, and it seemed as if every cat that had ever lived chorused her name: Braveheart.
Cinderpelt awoke. "I must tell Firestar," she muttered.
"What was life like with the rogues?" Whitepelt asked Tsunamipaw.
"Wasn't much," The silver-blue tom replied.
"Did you have any friends?" Whitepelt continued.
"Yeah, my best friend was a gray tom named Wren."
"Uh-huh."
Dustpelt approahed them. "Has anyone seen Ratpaw?"
Whitepelt and Tsunamipaw looked confused. "She said she was going on a patrol with you and Ferncloud."
Dustpelt shook his head. "Only Birchpaw came with us."
Leafpaw came over, having overheard them. "She's in Cinderpelt's den. She's very sick."
Ratpaw's sides heaved up and down with effort. Her eyes were glassy. "Cinderpelt, what's wrong?" She asked, her voice cracked and broken with pain.
"Don't speak," Cinderpelt chided her gently.
Ratpaw let out a series of racking coughs, and lay her head down on a pile of moss. Cinderpelt pushed some poppy seeds near Ratpaw's mouth. "Chew those. They'll take some of the pain away."
Whitepelt, Tsunamipaw, and Dustpelt appeared at the entrance to the cave. Cinderpelt looked up. "Shoo." She hissed. "She needs rest."
Tsunamipaw and Whitepelt reluctantly left, but Dustpelt stayed. "When is she due back for training?"
If looks could kill, Dustpelt would be a hundred feet under the ground by now. "I don't know."
Dustpelt ducked his head respectfully and backed out of the den.
Firestar stepped in. "Is she going to be okay?"
Cinderpelt looked at the now-sleeping form of Ratpaw. The medicine cat shook her head. "I don't think she'll make it-- I've never seen anything like this before. I don't know how to treat it." Cinderpelt looked ashamed, and Firestar knew she was thinking of Silverstream.
"Think positively," Firestar reminded er, then he too, left.
"Hang on, Ratpaw. Hang on," Cinderpelt whispered.
Well! That was very short. I'll try to update tomorrow, or maybe later tonight. Bye-bye!