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She felt so sad and miserable. She should've run away tomorrow. That would make everything alright. Cinderpelt would be alive and I would be able to go with Crowfeather. The hole inside her widened at the thought of him. Just his name gave her butterflies in her stomach. No more a voice inside her said you're a medicine cat. You always knew it plus he's a warrior from another clan. You can never be together and that's that. You have to keep thunderclan safe. It's you're duty, you're job.
Squirrelflight approached, obviously going careful not to disturb her too much. "Leafpool are you o-"
"I'm fine" Leafpool cut her off. No other cat could share her misery nor would she wish it upon them. "I have to help the injured." Noticing a sad look in Squirrelflight's eye's she added "I'm sorry" Then nodded to Brambleclaw who was waiting to talk to Squirrelflight. They made up. And I can never go back to that. Oh how I want to!
Leafpool saw some bodies in the center of the clearing. Cinderpelt among them. How can I live without Cinderpelt, and Crowfeather!? Leafpool bent over Rainwhisker who was lying ominously still. She licked his flank soothing the long cut on his side. She flicked her tail to Brightheart.
"You know the medicine cat's den inside out could you fetch me some...some Marigold, Cobwebs and Burdock root. This bite is infected." she asked. Now she understood how Brightheart felt. Alone.
"Are-are you sure?" Brightheart stammered
"Of course I'm sure" Leafpool meowed. Her voice was tight as if she was keeping it under control to prevent herself from yowling with loss. "Plus you're not that hurt"
Brightheart nodded and raced off to fetch what she had mentioned. Soon all the cats who were badly injured were sitting up enjoying some fresh kill. But Birchpaw had sprained his paw and wouldn't be training for a while.
Whan everyone was happy she retreatedt to Cinde--No her den. The moss still had Cinderpelts scent on it. Leafpool wanted to yowl out and never stop. She felt so exposed without Cinderpelt and now she could never see Crowfeather. From what had just happened she'd never be allwoed out of camp on her own again. She curled up with Cinderpelt's scent around her. So comforting, like a mother's gentle soothing licks. But she couldn't sleep she just stared into nothingness. Tired and Miserable. Like she'd be for the rest of her days.