Chapter 7
Willowpaw was in a beautiful forest, and realized she was dreaming. She started walking and spotted a familiar face.
"Hollykit!," she screamed, but the cat continued running.
"Don't worry," said another cat, one she had never seen before. "She is safe here."
"Who are you?," she asked, sniffing the white cat, who was a ginger stripe running throughout his back.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Hazelstripe," he said.
"Why have you come to me? We have a medicine cat, you know," she said.
"First of all, we are kin. I'm your father's brother. And lastly, I come to tell you that you have a great destiny ahead, but you will have to give up what you want for the sake of your clan," he said, and started vanishing.
"Wait, what do you mean? Was I destined to be a medicine cat? Wait, don't go away!," she said, but Hazelstripe had already vanished.
She woke up. Brownpaw had just woke up too.
"Why don't we go for a walk?," suggested Brownpaw, and both cats went walking towards the camp entrance when Willowpaw nodded.
When they had finally reached one point, they sat down together and started talking.
"You know, I told Tigerstar to make me a warrior at the same time as you, since I can't bare being without you," he said, looking at Willowpaw with calm green eyes.
"Oh, that's so sweet," she said. "I love you Brownpaw."
"I love you too," replied the brown tom. "Do you want to be my mate when we become warriors?," he asked.
"Of course," she replied, and both cats continued walking.
Suddenly, a patrol spotted them. Rowanfur was leading it, with Raggeddust, Creamyspots and Lionpaw behind.
"What are you doing?," asked Rowanfur. "The last thing we need are lazy apprentices, wondering around and not working for the clan."
"We're sorry," said Brownpaw.
"Sorry catches no prey," replied Rowanfur. "Join our hunting patrol."
Willowpaw went towards the lake. She preferred to fish, and stood on the side were the fish wouldn't see her shade. She saw a big fish, and scooped it out with one paw.
"Well done," said Rowanfur. "Now try catching some land prey."
Willowpaw started sniffing the air and scented a squirrel. When she was about to pounce, the squirrel ran faster than her and she lost it.
"Fox dung!," she said.
When the patrol finished, Willowpaw carried a vole, a mouse and a fish back to the camp. She decided to take the fish and the vole to the nursery for the queens and the older kits to eat.
"Hi Willowpaw," said Roseflower, who was expecting Dustwing's kits.
"Hi," she replied, her mouth full of vole fur. "I brought you this," she said, and left the fresh – kill next to the queens.
"Thanks, Willowpaw," replied Dapplekit.
All the cats started eating, and Willowpaw went to the apprentices' den.
"RatClan is attacking!," screamed Gingerfur.