Fawnleap was sitting in the Shadow Trees, her eyes tightly shut. "Do your worst," she murmured. Suddenly, a blaze of light filled her vision. A cat with the sickness of a deadly disease lay down feebly in front of her. It was her old mentor. She felt tears fill her eyes and her heart clench in her chest. Gritting her teeth against her sadness, she looked on. Her old mentor shuddered and lifted her head bleakly. She opened her mouth as if she were to say something, but Fawnleap's old mentor died before she could utter a word. Fawnleap gasped. It was all so true. Her old mentor had died, trying to say something to her but she didn't know what. She'd heard nothing from StarClan so she came here looking for guidance. Suddenly, a cat with a bloodstained, matted yellow pelt appeared. It was Hiss. Another tom with a red pelt like a fox's appeared beside him. They laughed at Fawnleap, spitting insults and scathing things to her. The rogues laughed until Fawnleap could not take it anymore. Struggling to her paws she yowled the words she longed to yowl to them before they disappeared with her mother - "I'm not Fawnpaw anymore! I'm Fawnleap, medicine cat of MysteryClan! And my apprentice, Forestpaw, is more than any cat could ever wish for! The fact that you almost killed her, you slimy son of a fox-heart, is out of the question! You don't deserve StarClan, you filthy mange-pelts!" then a gust of wind knocked the young medicine cat off her paws and she flew, smacking her head on a boulder, disappearing into swarming darkness.
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Fawnleap was sitting in the Shadow Trees, her eyes tightly shut. "Do your worst," she murmured. Suddenly, a blaze of light filled her vision. A cat with the sickness of a deadly disease lay down feebly in front of her. It was her old mentor. She felt tears fill her eyes and her heart clench in her chest. Gritting her teeth against her sadness, she looked on. Her old mentor shuddered and lifted her head bleakly. She opened her mouth as if she were to say something, but Fawnleap's old mentor died before she could utter a word. Fawnleap gasped. It was all so true. Her old mentor had died, trying to say something to her but she didn't know what. She'd heard nothing from StarClan so she came here looking for guidance. Suddenly, a cat with a bloodstained, matted yellow pelt appeared. It was Hiss. Another tom with a red pelt like a fox's appeared beside him. They laughed at Fawnleap, spitting insults and scathing things to her. The rogues laughed until Fawnleap could not take it anymore. Struggling to her paws she yowled the words she longed to yowl to them before they disappeared with her mother - "I'm not Fawnpaw anymore! I'm Fawnleap, medicine cat of MysteryClan! And my apprentice, Forestpaw, is more than any cat could ever wish for! The fact that you almost killed her, you slimy son of a fox-heart, is out of the question! You don't deserve StarClan, you filthy mange-pelts!" then a gust of wind knocked the young medicine cat off her paws and she flew, smacking her head on a boulder, disappearing into swarming darkness.
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