Post by Whitey on Mar 30, 2007 21:51:45 GMT -5
Whiteheart had wished the old medicine cat was her very badly. He wished she was here to help him, he was a bit afraid. What if he wasn't good enough or if he couldn't do it. A very few cats got to be medicine cats. At first Whiteheart was going to back down once he saw the sunpool. He wished so much he could just go run back to camp like a helpless kit, but he couldn't he was about to be the medicine cat. Then he thought about how he couldn't fight any more, no more hunting, no more sleeping with his litter mates. Bu t he was still certain that he had to, it for the good of the clan. So he started walking beside the river trying to sleep. But he couldn't because at first he was a bit scared then excited. Until finaly sleep hit him like a enemy warrior batting at him.
