Am I really ready?

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    After 6 moons of rehabilitation, Falconpaw thought that he was finally ready to begin training again. He could walk, he could jump, he could climb. He was as ready as ever to start up.


    Settled down into her nest, legs tucked beneath her, Shatteredpaw gazed into the pool of still water. Her cerulean blue eyes were partially narrowed, deep in thought as she was. It had been fives months since the death of her parents. The death of Skyvision. And the death of Shimmerstar. Five months since she and the two other medicine cat apprentice's had become such. It felt like much more, though.


    With a inaudible sigh the tabby momentarily closed her eyes. She couldn't deny that being a medicine cat was nice. Quite frankly, she loved it. Except for those annoying little kits that constantly came into the den and pestered her while she worked. If there was anything she would change about the job, it would be that.