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Lilypaw and Silverpaw:
A Change of Destiny
Lilypaw liked the pine forests in leaf-bare. Where other trees died with the cold moons, the pines always maintained their life, their vibrant green colors, and never withered away like forgotten dust. It was a beautiful contrast to the snow-covered ground; a beautiful sight to behold from higher, unobstructed views. The air was cold, freezing at some points, but crisp, refreshing to breathe in, and while some might have thought her weird for walking in the cold, she relished her moments alone in the forest.
Deeper in the forests, something drifted by from the Burnt Woods, a leaf as silver as the glistening stars. Lilypaw watched it curiously, having never seen such a thing, before the peculiar leaf burst into silvery flames, blasting her gold-and-white face with sudden heat.
And there, appearing out from behind the undergrowth, was Silverpaw, a bundle of herbs at her small white paws. She blinked nervously at the medicine cat apprentice.
"I hope this is okay, Lilypaw. I found some catmint protected by a fallen fern leaf deeper in the forest."
Dazed, the medicine cat apprentice nodded to the to-be warrior, not liking at all the vision that had appeared to her.
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"Lilypaw, I need to talk to you."
The firm tone in Honeyspot's voice was worrying. The apprentice looked up, ears perking, barely making out the jerk of the head that indicated for her to come over. She glanced down at the half organized pile of herbs, then deciding her mentors needs were more important, slowly made her way over to the plush white medicine cat.
Honeyspots looked down on the apprentice with a frown on her round face. "You've been keeping something from me, haven't you?"
"No." A transparent lie Lilypaw knew Honeyspots wouldn't buy. Her mentor narrowed her dark eyes.
"Enough." Honeyspots snapped, nose scrunching in the beginnings of a snarl. "What aren't you telling me?"
Lilypaw gulped, her ears pressing back against her ears, mouth opening and closing as she tried to formulate the words that she so desperately wanted to tell her mentor. She hated lying, especially to the cat so many owed their lives to, especially her own.
"I…" Lilypaw ducked her head in shame. "I had a vision."
Honeyspot's fur lay flat once again, calmness once again enveloping the medicine cat. "What vision?"
"In the forest, when I was walking, a silver leaf burst into flames, and right as it happened, Silverpaw came out with a pile of herbs." Lilypaw shuffled her paws. "I - I think Silverpaw is meant to become a medicine cat instead of me."
Honeyspots was silent for a few moments, processing this information. Lilypaw was half expecting an immediate agreement from her mentor, but Honeyspots simply laid her tail comfortingly on her apprentice's shoulder.
"Visions are difficult things to interpret, Lilypaw," her mentor spoke soothingly, with a vast understanding that Lilypaw had always associated with the she-cat. "And even if you interpret it correctly, you yourself have to decide the best course of action. Think on it, and when you've come to a decision on what you vision means, and what you want to do about it, talk to me about it again."
With a comforting lick between the ears, Honeyspots sent her apprentice away to go and think, promising to finish organizing the herbs.
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"StarClan, you have spoken to our medicine cats, and have determined that the destinies of two young cats must be averted to a different path. From this moment on, Silverpaw will take over as Honeyspot's apprentice, an Lilypaw, stripped from her responsibilities of healing, will be given Bluenose as a mentor in the honorable ways of the warrior."
Even as Creekstar spoke the words, even as she touched her nose to her new mentor's, Silverpaw felt awkward. Lilypaw had told her of the vision she had received, and she was in fact very happy to train as a medicine cat, but it was something she knew Lilypaw loved. As the ceremony came to a close, Silverpaw approached the older apprentice, her head dipped in respect.
"Thank you, Lilypaw," she murmured. Lilypaw looked up from the careful examination of her own paws, her eyes once dark with disappointment suddenly gleaming with resolve.
"No, Silverpaw," she responded firmly. "Thank StarClan."
AN: Merged two different submissions together because honestly, this was the only thing I can think of. Hope you enjoyed!