Always On Our Doorstep [c]

Subject: Always On Our Doorstep [c] Sun 4 Feb 2024 - 23:15

Sandyshell

Even though her mind was forever habitually obligated to think about herbs and illness symptoms, it was these quiet days spent in the elder's den that she tried to let her thoughts wander to different things. Sometimes she imagined interesting, fantasy fish. Occasionally she reminisced old memories with her siblings. But today, War sprung forth in her head. At first, a few moons ago, it had teased itself just over the horizon with Perchstar's warnings to stay away from Skyclan. Now it stood only a few fox-lengths away as the grey-white molly began battle plans in her mind. The news of Beechfang's presence had horrified both leader and medicine cat, but it was Perchstar's resolve to actually do something about it. Sandyshell only wished to hide away forever. So while Riverclan's leader was ready to fight for justice and vengeance, their retired medicine cat's heart skipped a beat at the thought of entire clans tearing at each other's throats. Her clanmate's throats. Her family's throats...

Littlepaw had just arrived at the elder's den to offer a curing assortment of herbs. Sandyshell smiled seeing him care for his clanmates, but when he came to her she told the tom, "Save your resources instead of spending them on me. I'll be better soon, I can feel it. This rest has been doing me good." She normally hated lying, especially to someone she cared about, but it seemed like the best option to keep him from wasting medicine on a wilting cat like her. The truth was she could feel her body fading, but there wasn't anything more to be done about it. Of course, Sandyshell didn't want to go. Not when Littlepaw hadn't earned his full title and certainly not when she still had family alive. But she knew her fate was much too likely, however unfortunate, and decided it was better to use her lasting days wisely rather than sitting there worrying the whole time like she always did. Despite her entire life ruled by fear of death, this was somehow the one time she felt brave about it.

Perhaps it was because of Riverclan's medicine-cat-to-be, a tom whom she trusted to take great care of their clan. Still, he was so young. And even if he memorized every herb and treatment by heart there were still some things he needed to understand, such as the inevitable grief he would come to deal with throughout his career. Especially as war crept closer and closer. "Can you stay for a moment?" she asked Littlepaw in a small voice and gestured for him to take a spot beside her. "I want to talk to you about something."

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