The Wishing Tree [ON HOLD]
Death. It was all Fallingpaw could see. It was surrounding her, grasping it's hold on her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Her heart skipped a beat, light fading from his eyes.
Finally, she drew in a shaky breath, the words that could change the world escaping her mouth. "I wish..."
Fallingpaw was a hopeful young TreeClan cat, always getting lost in her own world. She didn't have many cats she considered friends, but that didn't matter to her. She was happy.
Until AshClan started being hostile to TreeClan, and the cats were on the brink of war.
In a fit of emotion, young apprentice ran off, only to discover a large tree at the edge of TreeClan territory, that was the home of the ancient StarClan warriors. The warriors offered a wish to be granted to Fallingpaw, which could be anything, although there was one exception.
She wasn't allowed to change herself.