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Yarrowkit lie in his nest with his paws tucked under him, thinking about what would happen in the future. Not that he can tell the future, he just wondered what would happen. Would all of Shadowclan starve to death? Would they be the best clan in the forest? Would he be a medicine cat? He's always wanted to do the best for his clan, and he wanted to help them all not by fighting of enemies and catching prey - he wanted to heal and interpret signs from Starclan. He wanted to do more than attack and hunt for the small creatures they all eat. Yarrowkit thought about it, then thought to himself, They will never choose me. I bet they'll choose someone else. He never liked to think that to himself, but he told himself after he thought it can't be true, No, it is true. A small part of him, though, smaller than a mouse's heart, somewhere in his own heart, told him, You can and you will become a medicine cat. He shook his head, putting the thought at the back of his mind. He was sure that another kit would want to be a medicine cat apprentice, too, so he would have to wait. He would gladly let another kit become an apprentice for a medicine cat, even if they didn't have much of a reason. He wanted to go to the medicine den to possibly help Irispaw, but he would do that later. Instead, he curled up In his nest, curled his tail above his paws, closed his eyes.