Sorry for the LONG wait for my update! I've been busy. Hey, at least I'm gonna do an update! ;D I apologize for any typos; I wrote this while on a mobile device.

Chapter 1

After burying Amberleaf, Frostpaw trudged sadly to her nest. Just after what seemed like moments ago, her friend and guardian had died. She wanted to wail in pain from her loss. Frostpaw shook herself so that she wouldn't. She remembered her old mentor telling her not to mourn. Those were her last words of advice. It was to help the apprentice stay alive.

Oh, the apprenticeship. Frostpaw still thanked her mentor for that. It was such an honor, especially since Redstar had probably died from the plague.

Frostpaw lifted her head. She couldn't think about Amberleaf. She had to stay focused. She needed to stay alive, like she had promised. Would she be able to keep it? Hopefully. Promising to survive was virtually impossible. But Frostpaw couldn't afford thinking that way.

She glanced at the setting sun and prayed that Amberleaf made it to Starclan. Stars were already appearing in sky. One of them had to be Amberleaf's...

"Please keep me safe." Frostpaw murmured to the night sky. She hoped that Starclan would answer her plea. She needed it badly. She settled into her nest and stared up for a few moments. Then she let her eyelids close.

Frostpaw raced over the mountains, trying to escape. It wasn't clear what she was running from. She had to get away though. If she didn't she would be consumed.

No, It was catching up! She had to run faster. Her paws dug into the ground, but she didn't go any faster. Then she tripped. Frostpaw realized what was chasing her.

The plague.

It was too late now. She was a goner. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the plague to affect her.

"No!" Frostpaw yowled and leapt out of her nest. Heart pounding, she ran. She was about to get-wait, it was just a dream. She sighed with relief, glad it wasn't real.

Her head began to pound and Frostpaw hissed in pain. She dug her claws into the ground, trying to ignore the pain. "I need to hunt." She growled and stomped her paws. Frostpaw walked out of the miniature camp she and Amberleaf had made.

She sniffed the cold, crisp air and caught the scent of new-leaf. A feeling of warmth spread throughout her body as she searched for prey.. The warmer it became, the better chance of finding prey. Frostpaw froze when she heard a rustle. Her nose told her it was a mouse.

Frostpaw dropped into a crouch, just as Amberleaf had taught her. She pulled herself forward quietly. The mouse was nibbling on something, but it was oblivious to her. She wriggled her rump and then pounced, killing the mouse with a bite to its neck. She sent her thanks to Starclan before tearing into the fresh meat.

She gulped it down quickly and licked her jaws. She stretched and padded back to her camp. The back of her neck began to tingle as she sniffed her bedding. It would need to be changed soon. She growled softly as the tingling grew.

"What in the name of Starclan is going on?" Frostpaw muttered. She tried to scratch the back of her neck with her hind leg and flinched. She cried out as her head started to pound again. It seemed to have gone away when she was hunting. Now the terrible headache had come back.

She let out a cry of pain and collapsed. Her mouth opened and she began to make odd sounds she never knew she could make. Frostpaw realized with a jolt that she was sick. The mouse she'd eaten must have had the Plague. Was she going to die already?

Amberleaf had survived. Frostpaw would survive too. It was a promise she would keep. What did her mentor tell her she did when she'd gotten sick? With the headache she could hardly think. What was it?

"Water!"

Frostpaw's heart nearly skipped a beat as she remembered. There was a stream nearby. If she could get there...She struggled to stand up and her paws shook. Her tail twitched as she attempted to take a step forward. "Starclan," Frostpaw groaned. "Please give me enough strength to move. To save myself."

A sudden burst of energy went through her legs and she realized that she could make it to the stream. Frostpaw gritted her teeth and pushed through the throbbing pain in her head.

It seemed to take moons before she did get to the water. With a gasp of pain and shock, she slid into the freezing cold stream. Frostpaw shuddered as her headache started to ebb away. She closed her eyes with relief and hoped the Plague she had caught would be cured soon.

"I'm going to keep my promise, Amberleaf." Frostpaw murmured. "I will, for your sake."