[size=8]Coltpaw stepped into the medicine cat den, his yellow eyes reflecting with firm determination. He wanted to try out for the medicine cat apprentice position, after all who didn't? But no, he wanted to do something that no other cats could ever do before, bring back someone to life. After his brother jumped off the gorge in WindClan, leaving him devastated. He trekked across the moor to this territory where he lost most of his memories from before.
But he learned friendship here, love, passion. And he knew that it was his passion to become the best medicine cat apprentice ever seen. He wanted to see Fireflypaw again, in StarClan. Medicine cats could speak to StarClan or so the rumors said, and he wanted tell his brother sorry. Sorry for all the fights they got into before he died.
"Miss Hospitalflowers?" Coltpaw called into the medicine fat den, his strong voice tinted with nervousness. He wanted to see his brother again, and after seeing what happened. . . he couldn't fight anyone else again. "I'm probably one of the many you interviewed, but my name is Coltpaw Hayate. I orginally came from WindClan, after seeing my brother die. Losing my only sibling, that made my fighting will die. I don't want to inflict that kind of damage on anyone, seeing their Clanmates die before them. Yet, no one would understand. I also have an ambition. To stop unnessacary wars and bring back my brother to life. I know that it's impossible, b-but I just dot want to see anyone else I love getting hurt. I want to heal, to heal the scars of wars that ripped us apart. But also the scars, in our hearts."
Backing out of the den, he nodded a respectful goodbye and went off thinking, his reverie carried away by the wind.