Fernpaw padded beside her mentor, Twigtooth. She looked up as a new smell reached her nostrils. The Thunderclan medicine cat arrived.
"Hello, Twigtooth. You must be Fernpaw. I'm Ivyfoot," the brown she-cat mewed. Fernpaw had been an apprentice for almost a moon so she hadn't gone to the last medicine cat meeting. She didn't know her parents, either, though she wished she did. Her friend, Swiftpaw, knew his.
"Hi," Fernpaw murmured. She was a quiet she-cat. She already met Cloudfur, the Windclan medicine cat, and Coldnose, the Shadowclan medicine cat. They continued to pad to the moonstone until they finally they arrived.
Fernpaw was excited to become a medicine cat apprentice and meet Starclan for the first time. She padded into the cave, next to the other medicine cats. Her paws lead her to a shining stone. She stood, rotted to the spot. She didn't know if she was afraid or excited.
"Come, Fernpaw," Twigtooth mewed. She led Fernpaw to the moonstone and Twigtooth, Cloudfur, Ivyfoot, and Coldnose touched their noses to the cold stone. Fernpaw lay down infront of the stone, like the others, and slowly made contact between the cold stone and her nose.
At first nothing happened then she was at Fourtrees and was surrounded by warriors she hadn't met before. One she-cat, however, she recognized. The old she-cat was a kind queen who had taken a liking to Fernpaw and had died giving birth to her kits. Her name had been Iceflower.
"Fernpaw," Iceflower mewed, gently. "Welcome to Starclan." Fernpaw choked.
"I'm dead?"
"No, no. You will now have a connection with us," Iceflower laughed.
"Oh." Fernpaw bent her head low with embarrassment.
"You will have to learn many herbs but you are accepted. Fernpaw, you are a special cat. You have great dangers ahead of you," Iceflower informed her.
"Now," rasped an old tom, "you can't tell her everything. She must learn for herself."
"I know, Snaptonque. I know," Iceflower snapped. When she spoke next, it was rapid. "You will need to learn to fight too! Is that good?"
"No," the tom mewed, taken aback. "Fine go ahead."
"You must learn to fight. Believe me when I say you will have many changes." Iceflower spoke at a regular pace but Fernpaw wished that Iceflower had been speaking fast.
"What?" Fernpaw breathed.
"Trust us," Iceflower whispered.
"I do," Fernpaw murmured. The Starclan warriors began to disappear.
Fernpaw suddenly arrived on a darkened path. She saw dark red paw prints. BLOOD! Fernpaw followed the trail and saw a red tabby she-cat, about her age, lying in the blood stained grass. Her eyes blank, her body limp. Fernpaw gasped. The tabby was dead. A part of StarClan.
"You can save her," Iceflower's voice whispered. How, Fernpaw thought desperately.
Fernpaw bolted up. The other medicine cats were rousing from their sleeps. They began the way back, and Fernpaw was silent the whole way.
What do you think? The next chapter should be longer.