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Thrushpelt winced as Featherwhisker rubbed poultice on his open wound. The herb burned and stung his flesh as it seeped into his skin.
Every few moments, Featherwhisker would look up from his work and look at him with sharp amber eyes before lowering his gaze back to his cut.
Thrushpelt twitched his whiskers and sighed.
"How long does it take to put chewed up plants on my leg?" Thrushpelt growled impatiently.
"About as long as it takes to unsheathe your claws during a play fight" Featherwhisker ignored the rude remark and replied coolly without looking up.
Thrushpelt hissed and turned his head away. The herbs made his leg feel numb as he sat there in the cool rock den.
After what seemed like seasons, Featherwhisker said, "I'm done"
Thrushpelt turned and stalked out of the den with his lips curled back into a snarl.
Featherwhisker watched as Thrushpelt headed towards the warriors den. His gaze was distant as he watched the gray tom go. After the warrior disappeared into the den, Featherwhisker lowered his head.
"A prophecy," the medicine cat whispered, "Revenge the bearer may seek, upon a pelt so strong and sleek. With claws unsheathed and shoulders cocked, 'til gaze upon the sun has locked. With decaying mind and bloodshot eyes, until death do you not realize. The dark consumed, their pawn left dead, they learn it is of only head"
With one last curious glance, Featherwhisker submerged into the darkness of his den.
Sorry for the short chapter! I've been kind of busy with school. If your wondering why the prophecy is in rhyme, well, I felt like it, got a problem with that? Lastly, for the cat entry thing, I need one she-cat and one male. It will be decided by the seventh chappie so no rush to send in your cats.
~Lo~