Nosieface
The battle had been epic but I knew we would win. We fought and fought, travelling farther from our territory as we went. The attackers were experts at hiding scent, I knew we had no hope of a medicine cat reaching us. But valiantly we fought anyways, knowing we had to win or our Clan would die. However, when a cat ripped a huge gash in my belly, I knew that my fighting time was up.
Lilacflower
I fought as hard as I could, knowing the unspoken words: If we lost this fight there would be no going back. We had been so intent on fighting that we didn't know where we were, and even if we could find our way back the other cats would get there first. I did my best to fight, but I knew I was losing. I was tiring out, and soon I would be down.
Suddenly a weight lifted. The cat who had been on my shoulders jumped off me, hissing in dismay. The hordes fled and I saw we had won.
All the cats of our Clan ran to tell of the victory, but I sensed something amiss. I heard a cry of annoyance from another cat, and turned to see it. There was my sworn enemy, Nosieface.
Nobody knew why I hated Nosieface so much, but I did. Everybody knew it, but even I didn't know why. I just did. He was an annoyance and a bad spot in my existence. I walked over to him, ready to gloat about his failure, but I saw blood pooling by his belly and knew he had been injured-badly.
I looked at him, unsure of what to do, and he looked at me. He seemed scared of death but angry that I was considering helping him. Honestly, I was feeling the same way. I realized that the darned Warrior Code would have me helping him, and I accepted defeat and worked on saving him.
I knew a little bit about healing. Only a few things here and there, but hopefully enough. I trotted off, searching for cobwebs, and almost squealed in delight when I found a good patch. I rolled my paw up in it and walked back, slowly. I couldn't risk messing up these precious webs.
Then it hit me. Just cobwebs wouldn't save him from that much injury, he needed a poultice. I gave him my webs, wrapping them around his paw, and ran off again. I knew what to do to a small extent: I had to avoid red and white berries. I found what I hoped was good and grabbed some.
When I got back I looked at Nosieface apologetically. I wanted to be a good cat and save him, but I didn't know if I could. He seemed to have realized that I was doing my best and he was going to die if I did it wrong or did nothing, so I did my best. I rubbed the poultice into his wounds and wrapped him up with cobwebs. He hissed at the sound and I hoped it meant it was working, and when he got up I knew it had. "You're welcome, Dirtface."
"I didn't thank you, Uglyflower." We casted our normal insults but now we had playfulness in our tones. We had overcome our hate to become true Warriors.