Brightpaw stared in awe at the sight before her.
The mountains loomed in front of her, it's tall jagged peaks blocking the sun.
The barren expanse of rock looked as if it stretched for moons, no end to its torrent.
Brightpaw could make out the crashing of water as they started up the path.
As they walked higher, the cold wind buffeted around them, whipping her fur and sending a cold chill down her spine.
A hawk dove ahead of them, and Brightpaw thanked Starclan that it was to focused on its prey to notice the apprentices.
The large bird gave one move frantic flap of its wings before lifting into the air, and disappearing into the distance.
The trail felt as if it stretched forever, but the ground became smoother, and slight imprints of the path gave way that they were nearing the tribe of rushing water.
Brightpaws belly rumbled, she hadn't eaten since before the field at the base of the mountains.
Her eyes watered at the thought of prey, as they stopped to take a drink from the stream.
The water had a soothing effect on her, but the nagging hunger didn't go away.
Brightpaw gave a relaxed sigh, the relief blocking out the chills from the ice cold water.
They hadn't encountered any shelter since they began the trek up the mountain, and Brightpaw yearned for the canopy of the tall trees back by the lake.
They slowly made their way to the shelter of an overhanging rock.
The moon was peaking over the peaks of the mountain.
Brightpaw let herself drift off into sleep, feeling Shadowpaws familiar scent wash over her.
***
"Come on!"
"I'm coming!"
"Come faster!"
"I'm trying!"
"Try harder!"
"Try sorting herbs and trying not to kill a particularly annoying apprentice with deathberries while barely managing to push the fears for your littermates away."
Fawnpaw suppressed a frustrated mew as she picked her way through the stack of strengthening herbs, trying to remember which ones were the right ones.
Finally decided, she padded out the den, the tang of herbs flooding her senses.
"Eat these" she whispered, trying not to wake the clan.
Moonpaw winced at the taste.
"Can we go now?" She asked.
Fawnpaw sighed, this was going to be a long journey.
"Sure" she whispered, glancing at Bramblestars den.
It was moonhigh, and Leafpool had wearily waken her, with Moonpaw twitching excitedly outside the medicine cat den.
After Leafpool had gone back to sleep, she had started checking for the strengthening herbs.
"FAWNPAW" Moonpaw complained loudly.
Fawnpaw slapped her tail over her muzzle, narrowing her eyes to tell her to quiet down.
Moonpaw nods forcefully, her eyes wide.
Birchfall was sitting by the gorse tunnel, his ears pricked.
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Action- WARRIOR CATS - - A Hidden Wish - - Forbidden Secrets - - BOOK 1- *** If you are have a warrior spirit then read on but if you don't like action the turn your kitty pet butt around cause this isn't the story for you, these three cats have the warr...
