Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2010 18:35:23 GMT -8
Don't Say Goodbye
The medicine cat was laying in her den, feeling more dreadful than she ever had before. Her breaths were loud, deep and hoarse , echoing around the walls of her den. She was sure that even cats outside the den would be able to hear her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Dappledfrost's condition had gotten worse since the last medicine cat meeting. At the time, it had only been a slight cough. It could have been a piece of squirrel caught in her throat for all it had been. But after that night it had gradually become more frequent and with more of a hack. Then her limbs had grown tired and weak, so that she came into her own den more and more often. They were like ash- threatening to blow away and disintegrate at any moment. Only they were also heavy to the point of numbness.
The brown she-cat had been defying age for many moons. She'd ignored it completely, not even giving it the slightest thought. She'd kept herself busy with gathering herbs and thinking about how her apprentice, Rainwing, was doing in RiverClan. How he was, what he was doing, how well he was serving the Clan. She tried to purr- the old medicine cat was proud of him. She knew he'd do well. StarClan had been right all along, even when it had seemed like he would never accept his role in the Clan- but it turned into another round of horrible coughs.
Her blue eyes, once so bright and beautiful, were now dulled with knowing. But they managed to look up to the roof of her den, where the twigs gave way to the night sky above. She could see Silverpelt from there, and a glowing moon. Dappledfrost smiled. Her time was coming, and she knew her ancestors would welcome her. But she had to hold on. Rainwing had not returned from RiverClan. She couldn't just abandon her Clan alone, not after... Her eyes closed. Another truth was in her mind.
No doubt the other cats had noticed as well, but Tanglestar had gone without a trace. No announcement had been made, because no cat knew if she was dead. She had just vanished. There was no body, and no tracks to follow. All Dappledfrost knew was that she had gone out on a patrol and not returned. The leader, who must've been he her own age, must have been spirited away by a fox or two-leg. She couldn't believe that the caramel colored she-cat would abandon the Clan she loved so dearly. But no matter what had happened, she was gone, and ThunderClan was leaderless. What would happen if they were without a medicine cat, too?
I have to hold on. Just a little while longer. Just a little... While.
The medicine cat was laying in her den, feeling more dreadful than she ever had before. Her breaths were loud, deep and hoarse , echoing around the walls of her den. She was sure that even cats outside the den would be able to hear her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Dappledfrost's condition had gotten worse since the last medicine cat meeting. At the time, it had only been a slight cough. It could have been a piece of squirrel caught in her throat for all it had been. But after that night it had gradually become more frequent and with more of a hack. Then her limbs had grown tired and weak, so that she came into her own den more and more often. They were like ash- threatening to blow away and disintegrate at any moment. Only they were also heavy to the point of numbness.
The brown she-cat had been defying age for many moons. She'd ignored it completely, not even giving it the slightest thought. She'd kept herself busy with gathering herbs and thinking about how her apprentice, Rainwing, was doing in RiverClan. How he was, what he was doing, how well he was serving the Clan. She tried to purr- the old medicine cat was proud of him. She knew he'd do well. StarClan had been right all along, even when it had seemed like he would never accept his role in the Clan- but it turned into another round of horrible coughs.
Her blue eyes, once so bright and beautiful, were now dulled with knowing. But they managed to look up to the roof of her den, where the twigs gave way to the night sky above. She could see Silverpelt from there, and a glowing moon. Dappledfrost smiled. Her time was coming, and she knew her ancestors would welcome her. But she had to hold on. Rainwing had not returned from RiverClan. She couldn't just abandon her Clan alone, not after... Her eyes closed. Another truth was in her mind.
No doubt the other cats had noticed as well, but Tanglestar had gone without a trace. No announcement had been made, because no cat knew if she was dead. She had just vanished. There was no body, and no tracks to follow. All Dappledfrost knew was that she had gone out on a patrol and not returned. The leader, who must've been he her own age, must have been spirited away by a fox or two-leg. She couldn't believe that the caramel colored she-cat would abandon the Clan she loved so dearly. But no matter what had happened, she was gone, and ThunderClan was leaderless. What would happen if they were without a medicine cat, too?
I have to hold on. Just a little while longer. Just a little... While.