Broken Promise

Short story, oneshot.

Never make promises...

All the time, they are broken.

The world is filled with wonders of everything. Every dawn, the birds chirp, the foxes stalk, and the cats of WindClan snore.

Even though that doesn't sound so magnificent, that is true. When the sun breaks the peaceful night, we still sleep. Other than the couple of cats who wake up, reluctantly breaking away from their precious beauty sleep, the other cats just sleep. And sleep. And sleep.

But tonight, I won't sleep. I am too restless tonight.

Tonight is the night when I meet him again. After too many nights, I decide to go to the Moonpool.

When I was sure that every single cat was asleep, I carefully crept out of my nest. It was stuffy inside the small den but we had to sleep in a burrow tonight. Birchwing foresaw thunder and rain that would be the cause of a death of a wonderful warrior.

Guess who isn't afraid? Me.

Birchwing is this maggoty old hag that has so many misinterpretations. Although she is the medicine cat, no one believes her and uses her apprentice, Berrythorn, as the "medicine cat."

After tripping over Redrunner, almost drowning Olivepoppy (don't ask), and almost dying out of fright (looong story), I finally made it across camp.

"Moonpool, here I come," I whispered.

"You won't be going to the Moonpool tonight," said a ghastly, cold voice.

I turned around. Berrythorn was behind me.

TBC.