dovewing’s apprentice
Dovewing knew the newly named Onionpaw was watching her with distaste. She could practically hear the young she-cat’s thoughts: Dovewing wasn’t a warrior of ShadowClan, how could she be a good mentor?
Or maybe those were just Dovewing’s thoughts.
Tigerheart was encouraging her, a soft look on his expression that reminded her why she left ThunderClan. It was for this; it was for love. It started as love for Tigerheart, but it grew, as these things often do.
Onionpaw could doubt her, but when Dovewing was done, Onionpaw would be the best warrior ShadowClan had every seen.
Leaving started with love for Tigerheart, but it has grown so far beyond that. Loving meant sitting with kits and hunting and having friends who didn’t treat her as that-prophecy cat.
Let Onionpaw doubt her. Dovewing knew she would win her heart by the end.









