everybody knows the rules XD no blood or gore you may add other cats no example XD
coloring contests are everywhere in scratch. sometimes its hard to keep track of who did what, when, and where. but i was lucky enough to know whispersinthewind, and she drew that cat.i decorated the den, and the herbs, (yarrow, junniper berry's, poppy seeds, and catmint.) i took a step into darkness.the sent of blood, fear, and sickness seeped into my thought, causing a near spasm. all scents seemed the same: cold, tired, hungry, weak. no cat had an individuall. ecept halfheart. his scent was new, fresh, healthy. he was leaning over his mate, ravenclaw, who was breathing in shallow, quick breaths. leaning down with few fresh herms, i nudged them closer. ' eat them' i insisted, proding her side with my sore paw. ' no ' the old cat croaked. ' save them for young cats, like yourself.' 'ravenclaw, please' halfheart begged. ' willowpool knows whats best.' he glanced at me, with eyes narrowed into slits, signaling to me that his mate must live. ' eat them, please ravenclaw!' i took the bundle in my jaws, and layed it across her mouth. ' i added honey, to sweeten the cat mint' ' no' she whispered. ' starclan guides me now' the old she cat rested her head on her mates paw. ' remember me halfheart.' she murmured, and closed her eyes. ' no!' halfheart choked. ' willowpool, do something!' i rested my eyes on the despreat tom, searching his eyes for any sign he knew this was coming. but he did not. starclan did not send any sign. i turned my trembling head to the dead tortises she cat. 'prepare a patrol to burry the body' i murmured shakily. with a swift glance at halfheart, i padled into the clearing. sunlight stung my eyes, all peaceful, all quiet, all serine. for about all of 30 seconds. a wail sounded from the nursery, and queen, trying to calm a flailing kit. a moment later, gingernose came hurrying out of the nursery, brownkit hanging from her scruff, wailing like the clearing was burning down. without making eye contact, gingernose held the trembling kit up. ' you should have moved flameheart away from his kits, because look what happend' the young queen scoffed, droming the kit at my paws. of course. why had she not thought of that before? hauling the tiny kit away from the snotty queen, and back into her den. giving him some poppy seeds to suck on, ' there there brownkit. sleep away from that snotty queen...' why was gingernose so rude to her. sighing, i turned back to flametail, laying the last of my catmint next to his nest for when he wakes up. glancing up towards the bramble roof, i let all of my emotions pour out. why did kindlefrost kit me! im a screw up! im half clan! my father died before he knew me. all my life i have been needing to prove myself! why did my mother have to do this to me? turning my back to my weak, crumbling patients, and ravenclaws empty nest, the last thought slid through my mind. if it has been dapplefur, i think we could have saved ravenclaw. am i really ment to be a medicine cat? ~backstory~ when i was young, my father, grassfeather of dawnclan, died in battle with my clan. my mother slit his throught, and moment later, realising what she had done, died of her grief. many on my clan mated where weary of me, at a young age. nobody wanted to mentor me, for it was i was eathier a murderous machine, or a weakling. wanting to be a medicine cat, dapplefur taught me to me brave and strong. to stand up to cats like gingernose, and to prove my loyalties. sadley, she died in battle with dawn clan again, and now everyone thinks im still a monster, or a wanna be. star clan never sent me signs, though i am sure they are as real as all the elder gossip says. i will stay strong. i will do my best. and i will avenge dapplefur, my nearly adopted mother, by killing onetooth. the real monster.
