Willowpaw huffed as he looked at the moonstone. It had never worked for him, as it required him to be sleeping, and he was never really sleeping. He pressed his nose to the stone and closed his eyes, bracing himself.
The first thing he did when he awoke was look around for a puddle, or something he could use to see himself. There was a small pool of water nearby, so Willowpaw crept up to it and looked in his reflection.
He was a white she-cat with hazel eyes. He flicked his ear as he heard a meow outside.
"Frostpaw! Skipperpaw wanted to talk to us, we're getting our warrior names tomorrow."
"Alright." Willowpaw mewed. So he was Frostpaw now? He stalked out of the den and saw another white she waiting outside. "Come on!"
"Alright, alright." Willowpaw flicked an ear. "I'm coming."
The she bounced over to where a russet tom who Willowpaw assumed was Skipperpaw sat.
"This new rule is rubbish." Skipperpaw growled. "Don't you agree?"
"Yeah!" The white she hissed. "It's not fair that only Blackstar's kin become leaders, that's not fair!"
"Exactly, Hollypaw." Skipperpaw nodded. Willowpaw quietly observed, flicking his ear.
"We need to fight back against this...this tyranny." Skipperpaw whispered. "We need to start a rebellion!"
Hollypaw's eyes widened. "But we're just apprentices!"
"We'll be warriors soon." Skipperpaw nodded. He paused. "You've been awfully quiet, ."
"Have I?" Willowpaw tried to keep himself calm. There was a rebellion taking place in PineClan?
Skipperpaw sighed. "It doesn't matter. Just don't tell any cat, alright?"
"Alright." Willowpaw mewed cooly. Hollypaw nodded enthusiastically. What was he supposed to do about this? He wasn't a PineClan cat, he had no reason to help. And he didn't intend to.
"Alright, then." Skipperpaw nodded and got to his paws, padding off.
Willowpaw let out a yowl as pain blossomed in his chest. Skipperpaw suddenly twisted. "Frostpaw?"
Willowpaw crouched low to the ground, breathing heavily. He squeezed his eyes shut; the pain was unbearable!
His eyes sprung open and he sat straight up. He was back at the Moonstone; he was him again. His chest ached and his vision was blurred.
"Willowpaw?" Shadowbriar asked. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"Rebellion...in PineClan..." Willowpaw wheezed. Ravenleaf's eyes widened in shock and Willowpaw leaned again Shadowbriar.
"Come on." Shadowbriar murmured. "Let's get you something. I'm guessing..." She lowered her voice, "I'm guessing your gift did this?"
"It's not a gift." Willowpaw coughed, not caring about being quiet, "It's a curse, and it's going to kill me."
"Not on my watch." Shadowbriar growled. Willowpaw ignored the strange looks he and Shadowbriar received from the other medicine cats as they left.