Forever

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For Wetty's story contest. A little thing I did. Genre is drama but you guys could probably figure that out. This is kinda sorta based off of the whole thing with Forest...how she might have cancer (but someone upstairs is gonna get hurt by me if she does) Yes, I am pathetic. Thanks and here's the story....oh yeah, and if this freaks you out Forest, then I'll delete it.  ;) --Arti^{Look Wetty! It's Not Pink!!} 23:26, May 14, 2010 (UTC)

Prologue

The sickness swept through the forest. It invaded kits, elders, apprentices, warriors. The medicine cats coughed as they tried to heal their many sick Clanmates and leaders were too weak to announce it when someone either got better...or worse. This sickness was a killer and all the cats knew it.

ShadowClan had the worst of it, the rats in their fresh-kill pile certainly didn't help. Even RiverClan who usually never felt the brunt of green cough was dying slowly. Cats were getting desperate and, for those who could still make it, journeys to the Moonpool were getting more and more frequent. But StarClan stayed silent.

With all the medicine cats' attentions focused on the sickness in their Clans, wounds fdrom thorns and small scars were left unattended and got infected. The Clans were desperate.

This is a story about some friends. One of them becomes dangerously ill with the disedase. What happens? I can't tell you. You'll have to find out yourself.

A/N- In case you couldn't figure that out, it means READ MORE! XD

Chapter 1

Bramblepath streached. She was used to her paws bumping into Dusksky in front of her or Moonbeam behind her. But today her paws scrabbeled at thin air. She opened her eyes wide. Faint sunlight streamed into the den. Bramblepath looked around and felt her heart sink as she looked at all the mepty nests. Moonbeam and Dusksky were sisters and they always did everything together. One must have gotten sick and passed it to the other.

Bramblepath felt panicked as she looked around the den again. But she was happy when she saw her own sister, Spottedhorse was still there, sound asleep. As well as her best friends, Wetstream, Hiddensun, Leafwhisker, Icestorm, and of course, Forestheart.

Bramblepath got up and padded over to where Forestheart slept, only a few nests over. Usually there were more cats to swerve around, not today. And usually all the friends slep in a tight cluster, together. But Shistar had said that the sickness might spread that way. The friend slept apart.

Bramblepath nudged her best friend. "Forestheart..." the gray cat didn't stir. Bramblepath leaned in. "Forestheart..." Forestheart jerked in her sleep. Bramblepath rolled her eyes and leaqned in and yowled, "FORESTHEART!" in her friends ear.

Forestheart jumped awake as well as the others in the den. Bramblepath purred.

"Come on. We need to train with Leopardpaw, Shinepaw, and Rainpaw." Forestheart nodded.

Hiddensun joined them as they padded over to the apprentices den. Bramblepath could hear the coughing and low moans from the medicine den. Her heart ached as she picked out a few of the cats making them. She hurried to the den so she could get away from them. She burst into the apprentices den to find a sad scene.

Her own apprentice, Shinepaw was slowly waking up. Her sister, Leopardpaw was bent over Rainpaw. They were the only three apprentices who hadn;'t gotten sick yet. Hiddensun looked at her apprentice. "Leopardpaw, what's wrong?" Leopardpaw looked up at Rainpaw's mentor with sad eyes.

"She's....she's...." Hiddensun let out a wail and Forestheart and Bramblepath pressed against her. Hiddensun gave a muffeled cry and buried her nose in Forestheart's fur. Then, she picked up her apprentice and took her to Mapleleaf. Bramblepath watched sadly. Forestheart was watching the other two apprentices.

"You guys feel ok, right?" Leopardpaw and Shinepaw nodded. Forestheart let out a sigh. "Come on, let's go hunt." Bramblepath and the apprentices followed Forestheart. As the exited the camp, Bramblepath tried to ignore the sounds from the medicine den and Hiddensun's muffeled sobs.

Chapter 2

Bramblepath stumbeled into her nest. It had been a productive day. Shinepaw was doing well. For such a young apprentice, she was an exceptional hunter and she was well adapted to the ThunderClan territory. But she was having some trouble with fighting, she was good but just not agressive. Bramblepath purred. Her apprentice was always happy. Leopardpaw was just the opposite. She excelled at fighting but hated to hunt.

Forestheart p;added in with her tail drooping. "What's up?" Bramblepath asked. Forestheart looked at her with wide green eyes. Bramblepath remembered when they were kits, their mother's would tell them why they had given them their names. Forestkit was named because of her forest-green eyes, how she would protect and comfort ThunderClan, just as the forest did, and that she would grow as big and strong as the forest and live to a ripe old age as well. Bramblekit was named for her tabby markings, her sometimes sharp tongue, the way she would protect things.

Bramblepath shook off the cobqwebs of the pas. "What is it?" she asked again.

"Hiddensun....she..." Bramblepath gasped. Hiddensun couldn't have gotten sick. No way...no... Forestheart opbviously realized what her friend was thinking. "No! Hiddensun is ok. But Rainpaw has the sickness. Adderpaw and Hiddensun are with her now." Adderpaw was Rainpaw's brother. He was Brightshadow's apprentice.

"And..." Forestheart wasn't done with the bad news. Her eyes watered. "Leopardpaw...she was sitting with Rainpaw...and....she has it too!" Bramblepath nuzzeled her friend.

"I'm so sorry!" Wetstream poked her head out of her nest.

"Whatzuh?" she asked groggily. Quickly, the others filled her in. By nightfall, the remander of the healthy cats ion camp knew about the latest victims.

That night, as she lay down in her nest, Bramblepath looked around. Almost every warrior was gone. She had heard from Frostflower that Leafwhisker and Sparrowsong had fallen ill as well. Bramblepath looked up at a few stars that were visable through the den wall.

StarClan...whatever you're punishing us for...whatever this sickness is...let it end soon... she prayed before falling into an uneasy sleep, disturbed several times by the rasping coughs in the night.

Chapter 3

Bramblepath woke in the morning to a hacking cough. She had grown accostumed to the sound, the whole Clan had. But this time, it wasn't coming from the medicine den. It was coming from inside their den!

Bramblepath spun around. Forestheart was still asleep. Spottedhorse was still snoring as was Wetstream and Hiddensun. The sound was coming from Icestorm's nest. Bramblepath jumped up and ran to her friend's side.

"Icestorm!" her shriek woke up most of the others in the den. They began circling Icestorm in a nervous tangle. Forestheart was the first to move. Grabbing Icestorm's scruff, she dragged the silver she-cat to the enterence of the den and the others could hear the distant sound of Forestheart dragging their deseased friend to the medicine den.

Bramblepath turned to look at the other cats. Each wore a simelar expression of shock on their face. Bramblepath slowly counted. Out of the 20 original warriors, 8 remained.

to be continued