Chapter Five
Meeting Mothclaw and fever dreams
Cats fighting, the flash of claws, pain, Duskkit's final cry, his father's battle cry, the angry yowls of his clan, Berrywing fighting for her life, Mintfur's final stand, the heat of the fire and the coldness of the river. He knew he was dreaming but he couldn't seem to wake up as the images flashed in his head. Duskkit playing hide n seek with him, training with Berrywing, Midnightpelt's gentle voice telling him that it morning and that he had to wake up. His mother's voice seemed to do the trick as he opened his eyes and when he woke up he found himself in a nest in a place that smelled of herbs. At first he thought he was in Oakbird's den as it was shady, but there were less trees here. He tried to stand but found himself too weak to stand and his head throbbed with pain, he also saw that his wounds were covered in medicine. He then remembered that his wounds were starting to smell bad and remembered Oakbird telling him what infections were. "Ah so your awake are you?" said a voice behind him. He looked over and saw a big fluffy brown tabby tom with green eyes. "That's good, I didn't think a skinny little apprentice like you would make it. But it seems you've got a fighting spirit. I'm Mothclaw the healer. You've got a name, don't you?" He tried to say his name but it came out as a cough that made his throb more, but he tried again "I'm Reaper...*Cough* paw." Mothclaw's eyes widened in fear and he seemed to back away, but Reaperpaw was getting sleepy and didn't notice. He lay back down and closed his eyes, losing himself to his fever dreams. He was back in Duskclan, happy and healthy with Duskkit and their family. The forest was nice and shady with dragonflies zooming about, and Duskkit trying to catch them until the dragonflies turned into dragons with horns and fire breathing. The next image was Lionstar roaring like a real lion, and Berrywing having wings made out of berries. Other images were moths with claws and birds made out of oak. A cat made out of mint, a wish made at night, warrior cats of old talked about in stories. Firestar and Graystripe, Bluestar and Crookedstar. Even the dark forset cats like Tigerstar and Brokenstar. The like Yellowfang, Cinderpelt and Leafpool. The friendship and hardships, the triumphs and the tragedies. They all led to Duskclan and now it was gone. He woke up crying sad and alone.