Hello! Tansywish here with another chapter! I'm going to try to make my rant shorter than last time, so just read it! :D Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Idea belongs to Spottedeyes.
Chapter One
Sunpaw padded out of the medicine cat's den quietly, so as not to wake Honeyfeather, whom she saw was still sleeping. Walking over to the dwindling fresh-kill pile, she grabbed a small vole, and then went over to sit with the other ThunderClan apprentices.
"Good morning," she said breezily, settling down on the sandy earth next to Tansypaw and her littermate Furzepaw. They were deep in conversation and barely seemed to notice that she was there.
Sighing, she ate her vole in a few clean bites and rose to her paws as the dawn patrol came into camp. Sunpaw remembered she had wanted to ask her mentor a question the previous night but hadn't gotten to, so she walked back over to the medicine cat's den and waited just outside, not wanting to barge in on her.
"Honeyfeather?" She asked. "Can I go out and look for comfrey? I checked the stocks last night and we're really low." No reply sounded. Maybe she's still asleep, Sunpaw thought. "Honeyfeather?" She said a little louder. When she still got no reply, Sunpaw's heartbeat quickened with nervousness and she stepped inside of the den.
The stench of death hung heavy in the air, and Honeyfeather lay motionless in her nest. Sunpaw try desperately to see the rise and fall of the cream colored she-cats flank, but to no avail. A yowl rose in her throat as she buried her muzzle into her mentor's fur.
"Oh Honeyfeather, why did you have to leave me?"
"...and we will honor the memory of our lost Clanmate and medicine cat." Maplestar meowed.
There were many murmurs of agreement from the crowd of cats below the Highrock. Then, one cat spoke up. "Our medicine cat is gone! What will we do if someone gets hurt or sick?" Sunpaw heald her head high and replied with determination.
"I will try the most I can. Hopefully StarClan will teach me." The gold apprentice wasn't as sure about StarClan being her mentor, but it was worth a shot. Maybe they would teach her the things she had yet to learn.
A few cats nodded their heads at Sunpaw's comment. "She's right," "StarClan will be her guide," "She'll be alright."
The thing was, Sunpaw didn't know if she was going to be alright or not.
That night, Sunpaw curled up in her mossy nest, afraid and alone. Whenever she looked over at where Honeyfeather's nest used to be, she half expected her to be sleeping soundly and forgot that she had gone to StarClan. Clanmates had comforted her, and she had pretended to be okay. Pretended to be whole and well and not broken to pieces inside. Not miserable and undecisive of the future. That was what Sunpaw was really feeling.
But here, now, in the den she once shared, she could cry. She didn't have to pretend. And that was exactly what she did-shiny tears streaming down her muzzle, sniffling and sobbing.
Soon after, she stopped crying. She had to, because there was no more tears to cry. Sunpaw got up and padded out of the den. Craning her neck to look up at the stars, she whispered a message to her former mentor.
"Honeyfeather, if you can hear me, and I hope you can, please tell me what the right choices are so I can make them."
How did you like it? I know, the end was a little mushy, but hey, at least I updated at al! Be grateful for that! R&R and stay awesome! :D
~Tansywish :)