Echostar's Wish

by Mistsplashdraws

Born blind in one eye, Echokit's only wish is to be normal as those around her tease her, saying she'd only be good as a medicine cat. Led by determination, she becomes a warrior apprentice, but struggles to prove her worth. Watch as she grows up from a flawful young cat into a determined leader, with many challenges along the way. (terrible at summary's sorry) Rated T.

29. Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Seven

"Stormsky! Cloudwhisker! Rosewish!" Echoshine lifted her chin in pride as she called out the new names of her kits, along with the rest of the clan. Many moonshad passed since their birth and since then, she had been given Whitepaw as an apprentice. Wishcloud had also given birth to Berryfoot's only kit, who was named Thrushkit, after her brother who'd passed away long ago. Owlheart, Crowfang , Cedarheart and Longwhisker had all joined StarClan after a bout of greencough hit the camp, making many cats ill. Petalwish had also joined them not long after when she had become ill from an unknown sickness. "Echoshine, take Whitepaw and Bluesmoke on a hunting patrol to the great oak," Emberstep ordered.

"Of course," she dipped her head, leading the two younger cats out of the camp.

"I can't wait until I earn my warrior name!" Whitepaw exclaimed.

"It won't be long," Echoshine assured him, "We'll hold your first assessment within the next moon, so I can judge when your final one will be."

"I remember being an apprentice," Bluesmoke purred, "Crowfang was a good mentor."

"You're speaking as if you were an apprentice moons ago," Echoshine meowed, "you're still young."

"I know."

"We'd better hunt now otherwise it'll be nightfall by the time we return to camp," Echoshine told them.

"Of course," Bluesmoke padded off.

"Okay!" Whitepaw squeaked.

Echoshine let out a purr of amusement, her apprentice was a likeable young cat with a joyful and kind spirit. "Ah, Echoshine help, i've been bitten by an adder!"

She was alarmed by the yowl of Whitepaw, Oh StarClan! She leapt through the bushes to find her apprentice, laying on the forest floor, breathing heavily. "Where did it go?"she demanded.

"It's all good, I've killed it," Bluesmoke emerged from behind the great oak.

"Whitepaw?" Echoshine nudged him with her paw, he didn't respond. "Whitepaw, are you okay?"

Oh no, don't tell me he's dead. Echoshine rested her chin on his head, "please wake up," she pleaded.

It hurts to lose someone you love, doesn't it? A voice whispered in her ear. "Shrewstar," she growled under her breath.