Poppypaw's POV
Poppypaw opened her russet eyes, to light of moonrise. Kestrelwish had been kicking out in her sleep. Stretching, she walked out of the den. She found herself walking to the nursery where Fallenkit slept. The kit she'd sworn to to protect. The calico tom was to be an apprentice tomorrow. She couldn't help staring at him. What was it about him that made her stare at him so? An arid stench shot through her sharp nose. Racing out of the den, she caught a orange glow. "FIRE!" She screeched. Fallenkit's ears shot up. She raced to the medicine den. Kestrelwish wasn't moving. "Kestrelwish, there's a fire move." Kestrelwish's pale eyes just closed. "Poppypaw I'm sorry but this is my destiny." Poppypaw stared at her in horror, what had her mentor been dreaming about? "Snowviper told me....." Kestrelwish coughed. "That I had to die in a fire." Kestrelwish's eyes closed and she mumbled something," After the kestrel dies in a fire, the poppy's loyalty will faulter, tearing her away from the pool and into leaf's claws." Poppypaw's eyes closed and tears fell. Her mourning was interrupted by a call. The cat whom she'd sworn to protect, was in trouble. Pushing her way through the fleeing cats, she headed toward the nursery, there he was clinging to a branch. Grabbing Fallenkit, heart racing in her chest, she ran.
A few hours later the clan returned to camp, repairs started right away. Fallenkit's mother had died in the fire. Curling close to him she watched the clan be repaired. Foxstar walked up to them. "I now name you, Fallenpaw," he said.