Book 10 - Chapter 8

Pinkpoppy stared down at the clan. "I have not always been alone in the clan, you think that you know me but you don't. I wasn't born in the clan and I had a brother. I had lived with my mother and brother. Although the word was had. I lived in a barn and one day a fire came through my mother was injured and she died that night smelling and looking like a fox had chased her into that fire. My brother had run off in fear and the next day I had found him dead, an the place reeked of fox. I buried both of them, recalled the few hunting skills that my mother had taught me, ate dinner and went to bed under a shallow bush. The next day I traveled through woods for days. No cat or clan wanted a kitten without any skill or any family. I looked until I found a small shallow dip in the ground and I curled up to rest. The next day I found a small kitten injured and since I knew how to heal I did. The next day the kitten asked me to come and live in his clan because he didn't really have a medicine cat in his clan. His mentor was deadly ill, and the apprentice who has there before him had turned his back on his medicine cat ways is what he told me and he didn't know how to heal himself. So I came to the clan and then I sat and then this is what happened." Emberberry considered and then spoke, "Was this cat a light brown tom?" he asked. Pinkpoppy looked at him curiously before nodding, "Yes he was, he was light brown with a white nose and a dark brown tail tip. Why?" Emberberry nodded slowly it all makes since, "The cat that you had seen before the cat that you had healed was Rushpaw. My mentor was the cat that fell deadly ill, and I was the cat that Rushpaw thought had turned his back on his medicine cat ways." The clan nodded looked at the two medicine cats. The next nights would be managed by the elders and their stories.