She awoke, crying again, but at least it was Sunup. She still ached from the events that had taken place a couple nights ago and had had the same dream again, it was about her poor kits in the forest, hungry, cold, alone and crying for their mother. Every time she fell asleep, the dream came and it was worse than before, small things changed and the fates of her young became more gruesome every replaying of the dream. She yearned to talk to Sootheart about them but, he was across the border dealing with the wounded of his clan. The Waterclan cats had tried to get their territory back last night but, they lost more than they had gained. The wounded may have fled, she thought and let out a small sound of distress, but many warriors will be lost because of their wounds. She was the medicine cat of Waterclan and she had to do what her clan expected of her, to heal the wounds of the injured and to help the grieving through their lost loved ones, however much she ached. The same thing with Sootheart, he had to heal the cats in his clan, however evil they may be.
She got up and stretched, she had a long day ahead of her and she mustn't get distracted, because her clan would get suspicious. She left her den to go check on the less severely injured warriors.