The scared She-cat fell back with Lionstorm's teeth bearing down on her. She did the only thing she could and kicked as hard as she could with unsheathed claws. Pain shot through Lionstorm's stomach, causing him to jump off the cat. He was ready to spring back on her if she tried to run back to her camp. He wouldn't be able get out before a patrol showed up. The she-cat seemed to understand that; she just stayed where she was, ready to fight again if she had to.

Lionstorm was intrigued by the she-cat's bravery. She was obviously not fit to fight; maybe there were more cats in the area he couldn't scent. If there was, they would have made themselves known by now. He didn't want to fight and risk worse injuries, so he did what he could do.

"What are you doing out here alone? You're too injured for any fights." He snarled.

"You don't need to know that Bloodclan filth." She yowled back. He didn't expect her to be so aggressive with an injured leg.

"Bloodclan? You mean the clan that nearly killed me and threw me out? The only reason I still have this stupid collar is because I don't know how to remove it." Lionstorm crouched back as if to attack again, "Now, are you going to let me go peacefully or am I going to have to rip your fur off?"

The she-cat's expression softens, as if she felt sorry for the cat. She took a quick glance to Lionstorm's shoulder. There was still blood oozing out of the wound.

"So that's how you got that gash." She said with a calmer voice.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean I can't fight still." He knew that he was in no condition to fight. Enough blood has been lost to start affecting his vision. He had to find some how to stop the bleeding and the clan cat wasn't going to let him off easily.

The grey cat seemed to notice this problem as well. He was visibly ill and she felt as if she needed to do something, even if he was a Bloodclan cat.
She glared at the tom. "I can tell that you are in no shape to fight. You'll die soon if you don't get help."

Lionstorm grunted. "Oh yeah? How could you possibly know that?" He spat.

"I can tell just be the way you are acting. Also I'm a medicine cat, I should know these things. So if you want to live then you should let me help you."

Lionstorm thought about the offer for a moment. "Depends on how you'll help me."

"You will have to come back to the camp. I'm sure Firestar will allow you to stay until you are patched up."

The tom hissed at the mention of the leader's name. However it was quite due to his weakened state. "If that's what it'll take to keep me alive, then I guess I have no choice but to accept."

The she-cat was half shocked to see that the Bloodclan warrior gave in so easily. Then again, he was on the edge of death. "My name is Cinderpelt. Who are you?" She turned as she was speaking and started going back to the camp.

"My name is…" He paused for a moment, should he tell the clan cat his real name? "Lionstorm." He finally finished, if he was going to get help, the least he could be was honest with them.

However, what he was afraid of, happened. Cinderpelt turned her head to look at him.

"That's a clan style name? I never heard of a cat from Bloodclan with a name like that." She continued into the dreaded question. "Were you born in Bloodclan? Or somewhere else?"
Lionstorm didn't have to be fully honest; he could just leave out some details. "I came to Bloodclan after a mishap in my previous clan. They picked me up as a rouge, and treated me like one of them. I guess Scourge saw potential in me, even though I wasn't fully trusted." Lionstorm stopped himself when he realized he was saying too much. Why did it seem easy to just tell everything? They didn't need to know anything about him, he was stronger than them. He was a ruthless killer, that's what his old clan thought of him, and that's what Bloodclan used him as.

Not too long after Cinderpelt turned around and hissed a warning to him. "Stay here." Before she jumped over a bush and disappeared through the entrance of the camp. There were voices, but Lionstorm couldn't make them out.

After what seemed like forever, Cinderpelt poked out through the entrance and walked up to him.

"Firestar has allowed me to heal you, but you have to leave the second you can walk on your own; and be careful, most of the clan doesn't agree with Firestar's ruling, so don't expect to make any friends here."

"I wasn't planning on it." Lionstorm said with a low growl.

The news shocked Lionstorm, even though he didn't show it; how could their leader allow him in, knowing he was a part of the clan that tried to kill them. The clan wasn't going to give him any hospitality, but he was more focused on not bleeding out.

Cinderpelt pushed her way through the entrance, with Lionstorm close behind. The clan's camp appeared before him, but Lionstorm noticed the glaring eyes of many cats first. They were all standing near what Lionstorm took as dens. Many of them would hiss when Lionstorm walked by. He ducked his head, more from weakness than to show submission. Cinderpelt turned around and hissed at him to hurry up. Lionstorm had to force himself to pick his pace up. The adrenaline from before must have hidden his weakness. His power seemed to vanish and he knew he could pass out at any moment. Before he realized, Cinderpelt pushed her way into a bramble den. Slowly, he made his way in, and was hit by a many different scents. Most were herbs and some different smells. Cinderpelt motioned to a spot on the ground covered with moss and soft leaves.

"Lay down there. You can sleep if you have too. You haven't lost enough blood to kill you yet, and I can stop the rest of it."

Lionstorm agreed without argument. He lay down on the bedding and sighed. Yeah, if the blood doesn't, one of the other cats will. He thought. It was a fear that he thought of before allowing Cinderpelt to help. She might be ok with helping him, but the rest of the clan obviously thought differently. Lionstorm watched as Cinderpelt went to certain places in her den. She came back over and dropped a couple of small seeds on the ground in front of him.

"Eat them, they'll ease the pain and help you sleep."

He obliged without a second thought. The seeds looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember them well. Bloodclan had no need for a medicine cat. His birth clan did have one though; however, it was too long ago for Lionstorm to remember. Before he realized it, he fell asleep watching Cinderpelt pick something up.

Bright beams of light fell across Lionstorm's head. The light caused Lionstorm to wake up from his sleep. Lionstorm looked around curiously, was everything that happened a dream? He continued to look around until he realized he was in the medicine cat den. Lionstorm sighed; it was something too good to ask for. He slowly sat up, pain surging through his bad leg. He quickly took his weight off it, noticing that it had cobweb wrapped around it, with some paste. He was going to go look for Cinderpelt, but decided it would be better for his health to stay in the den.

What seemed like forever, Cinderpelt finally came back in. "Oh, so you're finally awake." She said sharply.

"What do you mean finally?"

"Well, you've been asleep for the entire day, it's almost sundown."

Lionstorm shook his head in disbelief. He didn't feel like he sleep for a day.

"I bet you're hungry." She pointed out, "You're going to need to eat if you'll heal fully."

Lionstorm didn't notice the pain of hunger over his leg. However now that he knew about it, it wasn't going to go away. "Sure, are you going to get something for me?" He demanded.

"You think that you'll be a little more nice to a cat that's trying to save your life. I could make you get your fresh-kill, and see how the clan deals with that."

He replied with a growl. She was right, there was no way her clan would let him take a piece of prey alone. He would be dead by the time he could react. He let out as defeated sigh. "Sorry, just that Bloodclan doesn't train their warriors to be polite." He snapped.

Cinderpelt didn't grace him with a reply and left. Shortly after, she showed back up with a small mouse. She dropped it in front of him. "Sorry it's so small, but Firestar won't allow you to have anything bigger."

Apparently Firestar didn't care if he would recover or not. Cinderpelt walked around the den.

"I have a clan to attend to. Now, you are allowed to stay one more day to recover. After that, you will be escorted to the edge of our territory."

"One day? Do they think that I could fend for myself after one day? I can hardly put any weight on my leg right now. I don't think that is going to change at all by tomorrow." He hissed at her, as if she was the one come up with that idea.

"I can't do anything about it. Those are Firestar's words, not mine." She kept her voice low and calm. "If it was up to me, you would stay at least another quarter moon."

Lionstorm calmed down slightly. "Well that does no good now."

Cinderpelt turned towards Lionstorm. "Well maybe you can take it up with him. He'll drop by sometime tonight or tomorrow."

"I will." He tried to calm himself down. He wouldn't be able to do anything if he snaps at the leader.

After Cinderpelt left, Lionstorm was alone with his mouse. He bent down and took a few bites off of it. He quickly finished off the small mouse; it settled his hunger for now. Lying down, he realized he would have to wait for something to happen. He sighed, wishing he could fall back asleep, or pass the time with something.

The sun started setting for the night, and not one cat showed up. Lionstorm began to wonder what happened. Whether they forgot him or that Cinderpelt has a lazy day and didn't need supplies. He didn't care as long as Firestar showed up so he could change his mind. The thought of getting help from a clan that helped kill Scourge was sickening to him, but he had to if he was going to live.

Lionstorm's ear perked up as he heard someone approaching the entrance to the den. He tried to see who it was, but had a hard time telling. He only knew it wasn't Cinderpelt.

However this cat pushed their way through fast. As they made it through they turned towards Lionstorm, their ears pulled back. The cat moved fast and Lionstorm realized what was happening as the cat sunk their teeth into his leg.