Here's another one of my Warriors stories! (: I'm still writing chapters for my other story but here's another one to entertain you guys! Hope you enjoy! (I'll add more characters to the list as more cats are introduced.)

Leader: Falconstar- Tan, tabby tom with blue eyes. His underside and paws are white.

Medicine cat: Sandwing- Sandy, yellow she-cat with tan stripes on her back. Her eyes are green and her paws are white.

Warriors:

Stormclaw- Large, gray tom with a patch of black fur on his back. His eyes are yellow.

Firewhisker- Orange tom with green eyes. His muzzle and paws are white.

Queens:

Nightfern- Black she-cat with green eyes and long legs. Mother of Stonekit.

Dawnblossom- Pale silver she-cat with blue eyes.

Kits:

Stonekit- Gray tom with black tabby markings in his pelt. His eyes are green.

"Sandwing...I think he's sick," mewed a weary voice from the medicine cat's den entrance.

A yellow she-cat sitting at the end of the den sighed. She set the poppy seeds she was counting down on the den's cool, sandy floor before glancing over her shoulder. She blinked at the young queen standing at the entrance, a newborn kit at her paws. "What makes you think that, Nightfern?" she asked curiously. "Does he have a fever?" she questioned, looking at the kit she helped deliver earlier that day.

Nightfern quickly shook her head. Carefully, she gripped her jaws around the small kit's body to lift him. Her black pelt was sleek and carried the warm scent of milk as she padded over to the medicine cat. "He hasn't nursed at all since he was born this morning," the queen explained, her voice tainted with concern as she set the kit by Sandwing's white paws.

"Well I admit that is a little peculiar..." Sandwing murmured as she sniffed the kit. "But he doesn't appear to be running a fever... or be sick at all," she blinked, not finding anything wrong with the kit who squirmed on to her paw for warmth.

"Then why isn't he nursing?" Nightfern frowned. "Shouldn't he be hungry by now?"

"I don't know, Nightfern," Sandwing admitted sheepishly as she placed the kit back by his mother's paws. "Why don't you try this; take him back to the nursery for now and let him sleep. It's not good for a queen like you to be wandering around in this heat anyhow. If he hasn't nursed by dusk, tell me. By then I'm sure I'll have a solution for you. I promise!" she assured with a wave of her tail.

Nightfern gave the young medicine cat a questioning look but sighed in defeat. "Alright Sandwing, I'll do just as you said. Thank you," she ended with dip of her head.

Sandwing watched the queen carry the mewling kit out of the den with a blank expression. As soon as she was sure Nightfern was back in the nursery, Sandwing jolted to her paws. Hastily, she tried her best to walk out of the den in a casual manner, her anxiety being shown only through the flicking of her tail. She began padding across the camp's clearing as it was baked by the mid-day's harsh temperatures. Her paws grew warm as they touched the hard ground, her claw tips "clicking" as they hit against it. Most of the clan's cats were waiting out the heat by staying in their dens, safe from the sun's scorching rays. All was quiet except for a small group of apprentices who were sharing some prey under the Tall Cliff's sheltering shade. Passing the chattering apprentices, Sandwing soon reached the entrance of the leader's den. Peering inside the cave within the side of the Tall Cliff, she let her eyes adjust to the den's dark interior before she managed to make out the shape of a laying tom. Her eyes locked with his blue ones as they beckoned for her to speak.

Fur prickling, the medicine cat made herself stand taller before announcing in a clear voice, "I have found the one we have been looking for, Falconstar."

"Is that so, Sandwing?" Falconstar sighed as he slowly rose to his feet. "Why does it feel like I've heard you say that before...?" he mused, beckoning her away from the entrance with his tail.

Sandwing cringed at his words before dragging her paws through the entrance. "But this time I'm positive he's that one!" she protested as she sat down in the center of the den.

"He? Who's he?" Falconstar frowned while he flicked his tail.

"Nightfern and Stormclaw's kit," Sandwing mumbled rather softly.

Falconstar rolled his eyes as he laid down across from her. "Do you actually have evidence this time to back up what Starclan told you?"

"Yes!" Sandwing blurted out instantly before her ears began to droop. "Well at least I think so..."

Falconstar frowned again. His eyes turned into icy splints as they narrowed at her. "I'm getting tired of your guessing games, Sandwing. You have already dragged me into similar situations three times before, each proving to be some misunderstanding of yours or some misinterpretation of Starclan's words. If you hadn't noticed, the current drought has been causing the clan more than enough suffering. There hasn't been a single rain cloud sighted in moons! We've had to drink the precious water from the Clear Pool which is already running dangerously low in case you weren't aware. The prey we eat is becoming scarce just as fast as the Clear Pool's water is vanishing! Do you think all these problems have me in the mood to play guessing games with the medicine cat that is supposed to be providing me with answers?" He ended, a growl escaping his snarling lips.

Sandwing cowered in shame, feeling very mouse-brained after hearing her leader's words. "I...I'm sorry for bothering you, Falconstar," she mewed. "I just had a strong vibe that this really was the cat. I even-"

"Falconstar!" Yowled a tom who rushed into his den.

"What is it, Lizardpatch?" Falconstar frowned as he sat upward.

"An adder has attacked Dawnblossom!" Lizardpatch exclaimed.

"What?" Falconstar hissed in shock. "Where is she?" he demanded, standing up.

"Our patrol found her by the Sand Dunes. We just brought her back but I don't think she's doing too well..." the tom admitted.

"Sandwing!" Falconstar snapped as he whipped his head to face her. "Stop sitting there like a mouse-brain and go check on her!"

Sandwing puffed out her fur in frustration. The interruption might have saved her from more harsh words from her leader but she needed to finish speaking to him! "Yes Falconstar..." she mumbled, turning for the den entrance. Stepping through it, she blinked at the large crowd in the clearing. Multiple cats had left their dens and were now clustered around a body near the entrance of camp. Sighing, she padded towards them, gently shoving her way through some warriors to examine Dawnblossom.

Sandwing looked down at the she-cat in shock, her eyes widening as she realized how bad the queen's condition was. Dawnblossom laid on her side with her eyes closed, her breaths coming out in hoarse rasps. Immediately the medicine cat spotted the adder's bite wound on her chest. It was large, looking as though the queen had pulled back while the snake's fangs were still in her, causing them to rip a long gash in her skin. Her mate, Firewhisker, was crouched beside her, his fur prickling with horror. "Carry her into my den!" she ordered hurriedly, racing back to her den.

Firewhisker instantly rushed forward. He grasped Dawnblossom's scruff between his jaws and followed Sandwing. He set the she-cat down in one of the nests in the den before looking at the medicine cat. "You have to save her, Sandwing!" he pleaded.

"I-I'll try," Sandwing replied, her paws shaking as she grabbed tormentil and yarrow from her herb storage. Streaking back to Dawnblossom's side, she began to chew the herbs into a pulp.

"Faster!" Firewhisker urged her, his eyes still wide with shock.

Sandwing bit herself by accident as the tom pressured her. Sighing, she removed the pulp from her jaws and began pressing it against Dawnblossom's wound.

"Is she better now? Will she be okay?" Firewhisker demanded, his tail flicking back and forth.

"Dawnblossom?" Sandwing mewed, ignoring the she-cat's mate. "Can you hear me...?" she asked, crouching low beside the she-cat.

Dawnblossom's eyelids fluttered but she remained silent. Her breathing changed from being hoarse to unnaturally shallow. Suddenly, the she-cat went completely still, her breathing coming to a stop.

"She's dying!" Firewhisker screeched in terror, shoving Sandwing away carelessly as he crouched by his mate's side.

Unprepared, Sandwing fell over with a meow of surprise when Firewhisker pushed her. She stared at the queen's body in vain. "No..." she breathed in defeat, sensing Dawnblossom's spirit leaving her body.

Firewhisker trembled as he pressed his muzzle into his mate's silver fur. "Dawnblossom don't go..." he whispered softly. "I need you...our kits need you!" he cried.

"Firewhisker, I'm so sorry..." Sandwing meowed gently as she got to her paws. She fell back down in surprise when Firewhisker hissed loudly at her.

"Why couldn't you save her!" he demanded, glaring down at the medicine cat with hatred. "She needed your help and you let her die! You left my kits motherless!" Firewhisker spat loudly. "I'll never forgive you for letting this happen! You're useless!" he snarled, pelting out of the den and into the nursery.

Sandwing stayed on the ground, her eyes glistening with tears. Blinking, she gazed over at Dawnblossom's body and wept, pressing her paws to her eyes. The death of the queen only made the day's past events seem even worse than they already were to the medicine cat. "Starclan…why can't I do anything right?" she whispered.

Aw poor Sandwing, I feel bad for her :( Maybe things will get better (: Hope you liked the first chapter! Comments and reviews are loved xD