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Brakepaw was sleeping when she entered. The entire had come and went of all the apprentices meeting their spirit guides, but he hadn't gotten his. Not until he felt a gentle nudge in the night, "Wake up sleepy head," Her voice sounded soothing like a mothers, almost enchanting the way she spoke with such regality, "I'm Yellowmoon, your spirit guide."
She was a long furred rag doll with yellow eyes and and a scar over her cheek. She didn't look faded, she looked almost as if she was living, likely died recently and was still very much remembered.
Was something wrong with him? He had tried so hard to be a normal cat, but he hadn't seen as much as a whisker of his spirit guide. He sighed heavily as he laid down and curled his tail over his muzzle. He didn't think he could sleep, he was too worried, but soon enough he managed to drift off.
Brakepaw jerked away as a muzzle poked at him and jerked up his head. His mentor! Finally! "H-Hi Yellowmoon! I'm Brakepaw," he stammered out, eyes wide and blinking. "I've never heard of you before."
"I was WinterClan's medicine cat for a short time before a WaterClan patrol viciously attacked me. I never did get to make much of my mark," Yellowmoon said somberly, before meeting his gaze with a warm smile, "Although I was a medicine cat I was a warrior first. But... Perhaps there is one you profession you'd like to learn a bit more than the other? Maybe being able to find some useful herbs to show that you're just as important as Vixenpaw? I've been watching and although I know Vixenpaw is a good cat, I see so much more potential in you. I can't help it Brakepaw, all of StarClan agrees that you're destined for much more greatness. So why fight it?"
He shivered. WaterClan sounded horrible! Why would they murder a medicine cat? Brakepaw smiled shyly as he guessed at his thoughts, and she was right. Though he did want to be a good warrior, he also missed out on his sister, and he was jealous of how special she was now. "Do you really see potential in me?" His voice was hopeful, but he thought that was too good to be true.
"Has StarClan ever misjudged a cat before? Flyingcolors didn't ask StarClan who her next apprentice should be, she simply chose. If she had listened to us you would be in Vixenpaw's place and Vixenpaw would likely be an emissary. Playing a part, but not taking your place. Don't worry, I'll help catch you up and once Flyingcolors sees your potential she'll realize her mistake and allow Vixenpaw to leave as an emissary serving at your side. It was just a mix up was all," Yellowmoon said, down playing the severity of what she was insinuating.
Was it a lie? No. He was chosen, by her. He could have had a a nice mentor who would be a bit more honest, but she simply couldn't make it. Brakepaw had desire and that was the only thing that made him more of interest to her. She could mold him to be the new medicine cat apprentice and if Flyingcolors wouldn't pay attention than perhaps Vixenpaw would find herself hunted down by a fox she never heard coming. There was so much room for things to go right for herself and Brakepaw it was almost too perfect.
"Really? Well...." he glanced down at his paws, scuffing the dust between them, then slowly shook his head as he looked back up at her with earnest eyes. "I'm really happy that you think I'm so special! But I don't think I should be a medicine cat, anyway. Vixenpaw is really sweet but I don't know anything about herbs." He would feel terrible if he took his sister's place. She had been so happy! And it wasn't her fault that he was jealous, or that she was special. At least they were both special now.
"I can teach you, I was a medicine cat after all," She purred, "And," She said rolling her claw with a mockingly sad expression, "Not to put a damper on your faith, but... StarClan saw the future, she accidentally poisons and kills a kit. Poor thing, it wasn't her fault. The kit was hurt, everyone was panicked and she just couldn't hear Flyingcolors in the background that in the panic she had grabbed the wrong herb. On a normal cat it wouldn't kill anyone, but the kit was weak and young, it was too powerful for the little thing so... But if you became a medicine cat in her place. The kit wouldn't die, she wouldn't be drowning in guilt, and you'd live your dream. You'd save them, Brakepaw. I know you'll make the right decision."
Absolute horror flooded his gaze. His sister wasn't a killer! He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his russet head fervently from side to side, struggling to shake away the image she painted. "Sh-she couldn't! She can't! My sister doesn't have a bad bone in her body, she's a good cat," he protested. It would crush her if something like that happened. His dark green eyes widened and stared up at his mentor in despair. "Isn't there any other way to stop her?"
Yellowmoon gasped like she had an idea to stop it and then shook her head, "No. There's not. StarClan has a lot of power, but we allow cats to create their own destiny. If we didn't have that power we wouldn't be allowed to truly live. It comes with its own setbacks. But you have the power to do what is right Brakepaw. Be the person StarClan knows you are, the hero they know you to become. Or... Don't. That's the nice thing about creating destiny, you make your own path. But... If you don't those are the consequences. Perhaps it would be better not to tell you about such things, I suppose I was a bit too forward with you. StarClan said you wouldn't be able to handle the truth, but I believed in you."
His head bowed, the russet tom looked very solemn. This was a weight decision for his young shoulders, but it was his burden to bear. He couldn't ask anyone else to take it. Hero. "Okay," he meowed softly, looking up at her. "I can't let that happen to my sister. I'll do it. I'll be a medicine cat."
Yellowmoon smiled sweetly, her white body brushing against his, "There, there, it'll be heavenly compared to the fate your sister could have and I'll guide you every step of the way. Of course, you'll need to be an apprentice a tad longer once you become a medicine cat apprentice, I'll be there to guide you as well. So when you're the ripe age you will be able to follow in the path I know you're meant to follow. So we will have to work to ensure your sister safely steps down."
Brakepaw nodded. "I understand." His quiet voice was growing richer in confidence as he looked up at her, more certain in his duty now. Hero. The word continued to ring in the recesses of his mind, giving him strength. He had always wanted to be special, and now he was; now he was. Hero. You're going to be a hero, Brakepaw. Just you wait. "Where do we start? Are you going to teach me healing and fighting?"
"Yes, your clan would become suspicious if you didn't have any hunting training and could only heal. We have to keep that you are the new medicine cat apprentice a secret. I just don't think it's a good time to reveal to any cat that you're the new medicine cat apprentice, but we'll get there," Yellowmoon promised, "First I'll start with battle skills because if someone tries to destroy the medicine cats den supply you'll need to know how to fend off the intruders if a warrior isn't there. We'll practice going for the throat. Seeing as I am already dead I want you with absolutely all your strength to slash my throat. I want to see what you got."
"Okay," Brakepaw agreed. He supposed that made sense: it would be strange for the clan to accept that he was meant to be medicine cat instead of his sister, though if he was ordained by StarClan, did it really matter? He trusted his mentor, though he had to suppress a shiver at the thought of slashing her throat. That was how warriors fought, but... well, it made him cringe, and he just hoped that he would become a healer soon, before he had to use these moves on someone alive.
With a nod, he took a step closer to her, then raised his paws and slashed at her throat with his claws sheathed.
