Honeypool sat on the Meeting Stone, gaze fixed upon the stars shining above. The camp was dead silent and pitch dark on this new moon night. Of all the times she had had to wait in camp during a battle, none had been quite like this. Every time before, she had had the company of Mosspool, as well as elders, queens, kits and warriors guarding the camp. Now it was just the elders tucked away in their den and her.
The outcome of the battle-win or lose-had never been so important before. PineClan was the fiercest Clan in the forest. They solved problems with tooth and claw. Even the few battles they did lose didn't really impact them for long. There would always be the next battle.
Except this time.
GrassClan was everything PineClan wasn't. Small, humble and peaceful. Yet, that did not mean they were weak. They were every bit the warriors PineClan were. They just preferred to handle problems differently.
They deserved to thrive.
Honeypool had never doubted StarClan. From the time she was a kit, her faith hadn't wavered. She had always known she would be a medicine cat and not because other cats thought it was easier than being a warrior. She wanted to help her Clan by healing them, be it of battle wounds or whitecough. More than that, she was her Clan's source for emotional and spiritual healing through her connection to their warrior ancestors.
StarClan's decree had changed her Clan, but not her devotion. She loved being GrassClan's medicine cat. She had watched them grow from a group of strangers to a unified Clan. It was everything that Honeypool had known it could be. They were fulfilling the destiny that StarClan had laid out for them.
Nothing could take that away.
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Rising from the Ashes
FanfictionThe four Clans-GrassClan, OakClan, PineClan and WillowClan-have lived in relative balance since the Clans began. They kept separate, save for their Gathering every full moon. While they had their disagreements, they kept a relatively harmonious exis...
