"Not yet..." Feathertail heard her mother's gentle murmur in her ear. Her chest ached as she breathed heavily. She couldn't move, but she could feel the still, lifelessness of the Sharptooth beside her. "I did it,' She rasped quietly.

"You're alive!" Crowpaw gasped, his breathing coming out as short bursts. "I can't believe it!" He nudged her side encouragingly, his cheer faltering as she lay still.

"I can't feel my legs," Feathertail whispered quietly. Crowpaw took a pace back, shocked.

"No," He muttered quietly. "No! You can walk, you just need..." He began hyperventilating, looking from one cat to another. "Squirrelpaw! You fixed Tawnypelt's shoulder, help Feathertail!" Squirrelpaw dipped her head with sorrow, looking away from him. Crowpaw flexed his claws, seething with combating emotions of rage and hopelessness. "Get up!" He shoved Feathertail violently, cringing regretfully as a yelp of pain came from her.

"You're all I have left!" His voice raised to a desperate yowl.

"That's not true!" Crowpaw gaped as Feathertail snapped at him. His eyes swelled, and he, overtaken by feelings of betrayal, kicked a mound of dirt at Feathertail before darting out of the cave.