Lightpaw weakly opened her eyes, crawling to her paws to feel a pain shooting through her back left leg before crumpling again.

"She's awake!"

She turned her head to see the medicine cat, Petalflower, relief shining in her eyes.

"How long have I been here?" she moaned.

"Um, you were in a coma for about a quarter moon," Petalflower meowed.

"A...what?!" Lightpaw asked.

"Mhm," Petalflowr replied.

"When do I return to my training?" wondered Lightpaw.

Suddenly, Petalflower's eyes softened with sympathy, which meant...

"Never again," Petalflower confirmed. 

Lightpaw croaked softly, "And Flameblaze?"

"He'll have a good afterlife in StarClan," Petalflower tried to cheer her up, "you'll always be together."

Lightpaw sighed. "So now what am I?"

Petalflower meowed, "Well, you can be an elder or medicine cat."

"Medicine cat." 

The response was immediate. She wouldn't be much help as an elder. She didn't have experience, or wasn't wise and could guide young apprentices. She was the AGE of an apprentice, for StarClan's sake! She might be a little bit of use as a medicine cat. Or maybe not, like Bramblepaw meowed.

She limped out of camp, seeing Bramblepaw.

"Bramblepaw!" she meowed, limping over there.

"I need to talk to you out of camp," he meowed cooly. 

She gaped at him. Her brother actually wanted to talk to her!

"Sure!" she meowed.

They padded out of camp, side by side.