Free Warriors: Power of Three 01 - The Sight by Erin Hunter Page A

Willowpaw. “Hello!” she mewed shyly.
    Willowpaw, who had been looking troubled, brightened up. “Hello, Hollykit!” she purred. “Or is it Hollypaw now?”
    â€œNot yet,” Hollykit told her. “Why are you here?” The RiverClan cats weren’t carrying anything. Perhaps they had come to ask for supplies in return for the catmint.
    Willowpaw’s whiskers twitched. “I had a dream,” she mewed. “I want Leafpool to help me interpret it.”
    â€œCan’t Mothwing do that?” Hollykit asked, confused.
    Willowpaw glanced at her paws. “Mothwing suggested we get Leafpool’s opinion.”
    â€œWhat was it about?”
    Willowpaw looked solemn. “I can’t tell you until I’ve shared it with Leafpool.”
    â€œMothwing, Willowpaw!” Leafpool stood at the entrance to the medicine den. “Welcome! Come in!” She waited, holding back the trailing brambles, while Mothwing and Willowpaw weaved past her into the shadows beyond. Hollykit stared wistfully after them as the leaves swished back into place. She felt a nudge in her flank and turned to see Lionkit butting her gently with his head.
    â€œWhy are you staring at them like a dumb rabbit?” hemewed. “Mothwing and Willowpaw have visited the camp before.”
    Hollykit was unable to keep her wish to herself a moment longer. “I want to be a medicine cat!” she blurted out.

C HAPTER 7
    â€œA medicine cat?” Lionkit stared at Hollykit, bewildered. “Why?”
    â€œThere are other ways to serve your Clan apart from being a warrior,” Hollykit snapped.
    â€œBut you’ll be stuck in the camp with all the sick and injured cats instead of out in the forest hunting or fighting.” There was no criticism in Lionkit’s tone, only disbelief.
    Hollykit did not want to hear about what she would be missing. “But think how much I’ll know ,” she pointed out. “I’ll learn all about healing herbs, and I’ll be able to share dreams with StarClan.” She stared at him, willing him to understand. “What could be more exciting than that?”
    â€œFighting ShadowClan?”
    â€œBut I want to have dreams just like Leafpool and Willowpaw!” Hollykit insisted.
    â€œYou already do,” Lionkit purred, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Dreams about hedgehogs!”
    â€œYou cheeky kit!” Hollykit squeaked in mock anger. With a small leap, she pushed Lionkit to the ground and began to tussle with him.
    â€œWhat are you two doing?” Squirrelflight’s stern meow made Hollykit freeze. Lionkit struggled from her grasp, and the two kits sat up and faced their mother. “If you’ve got nothing better to do than make the fresh-kill pile dusty with your fighting, you may as well go back to the nursery.”
    â€œBut I haven’t eaten yet!” Hollykit protested.
    â€œThen take something with you,” Squirrelflight answered. “And take something for Ferncloud, too.”
    Hollykit hated eating in the nursery. Prey always tasted better eaten in the fresh air. But she didn’t protest. She saw that Squirrelflight had already turned to look at Thornclaw, who was resting beneath Highledge.
    â€œI hope Thornclaw’s remembered that he’s leading the sunhigh patrol,” the flame-colored she-cat meowed, half to herself.
    â€œYou’d better go and remind him, seeing as you seem to be keeping an eye on everyone around here,” Hollykit muttered.
    â€œWhat was that?” Squirrelflight’s thoughtful gaze remained on Thornclaw.
    â€œNothing,” Hollykit mewed guiltily.
    â€œDon’t forget Ferncloud,” Squirrelflight reminded her, padding away.
    Hollykit stared after her mother, feeling a surge of rebellious anger. “It wouldn’t be so bad if she even noticed she was spoiling our fun!”
    â€œShe’s just busy,” Lionkit mewed.