Tigerlily of RiverClan Chapter 5

"Do you ever regret not having kits?" Tigerpaw asked, rolling onto her back.

Poppyfeather fluffed up her fur against the cold leaf-fall air, "Occasionally, but the whole of RiverClan are my kits now."

Tigerpaw licked her chest fur, "Do you have any littermates?"

"Once," Poppyfeather had a sad look in her eyes, "I had a brother, Rocktail. He was the first cat that ever died with me as a full medicine cat. I went to the moonstone, when Duskberry gave me a full medicine cat name. When we got back, Rocktail had a slight cough. Thinking it was nothing, Duskberry let me treat him myself," she stopped for a moment, her voice quivering with pain. She took a deep breath and continued, "The next dayy, his cough got worse. Duskberry and I tried everything, but nothing worked. It was an uncurable case of green-cough," she stopped.

"I'm so sorry," Tigerpaw tried to console, eyes wide.

"It's okay. I know that he watches over me, and the clan that he would've died for without a second thought," Poppyfeather tried to smile.