Firepaw walked swiftly to the fresh-kill pile. Spottedleaf was choosing a vole. For some reason, she made him all giddy, in a good way though. Her sweet scent always relaxed him, made him content. Unknown to him though, Spottedleaf had similar feelings.
Firepaw accidentally bumped into Darkstripe, who was choosing a mouse. "Watch it, kittypet!" he hissed loudly. Spottedleaf felt a rush of anger to Darkstripe, who cares if he's a kittypet? He is a great apprentice, as she overheard Lionheart say himself.
Spottedleaf went back to her den, and furiously chomped, the Vole, as to get her anger out, on Darkstripe, and herself! Then she felt a pang of guilt. Medicine cats weren't supposed to fall in love. What would Featherw... no, any cat think? Firepaw wouldn't like her! Maybe as a friend yes, but he'd know better than to choose a medicine cat!
The next time Spottedleaf saw Firepaw up close, he had a long dirty scratch on his pelt, caused by a thorny tree branch scraping him. Spottedleaf was more concentrated than she ever was. Firepaw didn't complain a bit, when most apprentices would.
During the next half-moon, Yellowfang didn't arrive. Runningnose looked sad, but she said it was ShadowClan business. Maybe she died? Retired? Spottedleaf didn't know. Barkface disappeared with the rest of Windclan as well.
Spottedleaf touched her nose to the moonstone and was sent to sleep.
It was dark, then she saw a single star. It turned into Featherwhisker, her mentor. "Spottedleaf, you are not the first. Even the great have done it!"
Spottedleaf knew what she meant, to fall in forbidden love. Surely not a lot of cats have though. Not Featherwhisker. Not Bluestar! And Firepaw wouldn't feel the same. Or would he?
Firepaw was in his den, thinking about her. She was a medicine cat, not a warrior or apprentice. She wouldn't care about him more than a friend maybe. But her duty came before him. That was a painful fact they both knew.
Firepaw found Yellowfang. Spottedleaf knew the former medicine cat was in very bad condition. But she didn't let anyone near her. Except Firepaw, who had to look after her. This gave Spottedleaf a chance to see Firepaw, who had to come for herbs to heal her.
"Here are the herbs Yellowfang needed. And remember, tell her to go easy on the poppy!" she stated, "Thank you, Spottedleaf. Yellowfang is tough to handle!" Firepaw replied, "I know, Firepaw." She murmured.
Firepaw was on his way back to Yellowfang's. He saw the glimmer in Spottedleaf's eyes as she looked at him. He was beginning to suspect that maybe, she possibly felt the same about him?! He hoped that StarClan wouldn't get too angry.
When he went back to Yellowfang's she was angry at two kits, "GET OUT!" she yowled to them. "Why are you not nice to kits, didn't you have any of your own?" Firepaw asked when handing over the herbs. "Mousebrain, didn't you know that medicine cats can't have kits?" both their eyes flickered uncertainty. "You were a warrior before though!" "I didn't have kits, besides, bad things happen to them when I'm around!"
Later on, Yellowfang was thinking. Why was Firepaw so uncertain on the topic of medicine cats and kits. Did he like a medicine cat? Spottedleaf? But Yellowfang hoped not, she didn't want Spottedleaf to go through what she went through. Never again for any medicine cat!
ShadowClan attacked at the worst moment possible. Spottedleaf watched, as well hidden as possible, to help the others. Firepaw was attacking a tortoiseshell warrior and suddenly, they both saw Blackfoot headed for the nursery.
"NO!" Firepaw yowled. "Don't worry, I've got it!" Yellowfang hissed guarding Frostfur's kits. He would have to trust her.
The number of ShadowClan was dwindling, but still warriors battled. Lionheart was attacking a huge brown warrior. It slashed open the deputy's neck and chest. Spottedleaf darted forward and took him into her den.
By now, Thunderclan had won but Lionheart was terribly injured. Graypaw and Firepaw were in Spottedleaf's den, praying to Starclan for the golden warrior's life. Spottedleaf had done all she could, and was waiting.
Firepaw's pelt brushed Spottedleaf's, they both felt comfort and possibly hope at the tragedy. Spottedleaf whispered, "You should know, the night before you came, StarClan said, only Fire will save the Clan." "Fire? That's strange…" Then they looked at the deputy.
Lionheart's breathing slowed and stopped. Graypaw rushed forward and let out a caterwaul of grief. And Bluestar came in and nudged her head against him. The faithful deputy, was dead.
Firepaw rushed forward to share tongues with Lionheart. The rest of the clan did the same. Lionheart would surely go to StarClan. He was elderly and loyal.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their prey, come to the highrock for a clan meeting!" Bluestar yowled sadly," As you know, Blackfoot, the ShadowClan deputy tried to steal our kits. The only reason he failed. Was a former member of his Clan stopped him. Yellowfang has proven her loyalty, do you want to join Thunderclan, Yellowfang?"
"Yes,
I do.'
Bluestar nodded. "And on the subject of deputies…"
she sadly said, "We need a new one, as Lionheart died in a
ShadowClan battle. I say these words over Lionheart's body, so he
may approve of this choice. Tigerclaw will be the new deputy!"
Spottedleaf mostly heard cheering, but Ravenpaw shivered and looked worried. Spottedleaf didn't think he liked his mentor. She headed back into her den. Now was the time, she thought, to tell Firepaw! She knew he felt the same. Now was time.
She headed out, but smelled ShadowClan scent. Suddenly, Clawface leapt out of the bushes. And hissed, "Go away, apprentice, or I'll kill you!" Spottedleaf ruffled her fur and replied "I'm a medicine cat, you can't kill me or suffer the wrath of StarClan!"
Clawface jumped on her, his size overpowering. Spottedleaf scratched helplessly through his fur, catching it in her claws. Clawface bit down on her neck, leaving her helpless, and left.
Spottedleaf closed her eyes. She knew she was going to die. She prayed to StarClan to see Firepaw before then. She couldn't move. She felt blood gushing through her fur. Spottedleaf heard pawsteps, she waited to be found.
The cat meowed a wail of grief as he saw her. Spottedleaf felt him licking her wound, trying to stop it from bleeding. She scented the cat she loved. "Firepaw…" she gurgled. "I promise to watch over you from StarClan…" Spottedleaf took a last heaving breath. The last thing she heard was Firepaw's desprate mew of loss.
Note: I know that is not what happened when she died, but I decided to change it a little. And don't worry, this isn't the last chapter.