A/N: We had a request for Graystripe (Which involved him jumping in the river) and a request for Yellowfang when she was alive. Well, today, it's Yellowfang!
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Yellowfang quickly stacked her herbs neatly. She had a pawful of catmint, also known as catnip. Catmint, also known as catnip. The best remedy for greencough (A/N: This may be in nearly the exact same words as Warriors Field Guide: Secrets of the Clans), Yellowfang recited in her head, nodding to herself. She paused, then looked down at the catnip.
Eating a little won't hurt anything. I know where to get more and leaf-bare is far off, Yellowfang thought.
She shoved the pawful in her mouth, relishing the taste and smell and juiciness of the leaves. She shoved another pawful. And another.
Soon, the whole stock was gone.
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Four hours later…
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Yellowfang staggered out into the clearing, looking around wildly. Fireheart glanced at her nervously, then inched towards Sandstorm. He was planning to make an escape, because Yellowfang had a crazy look in her eyes.
"You! The pelt of fire!" Yellowfang yowled, stabbing her paw in Fireheart's direction. He quickly looked around for another pelt of flames like his own, but failed to find one.
"Yes, Yellowfang?" Fireheart asked.
"Come to the medicine cat's den!" Yellowfang hissed, randomly unsheathing and sheathing her claws. She wobbled back into her den, and Sandstorm gave Fireheart a May StarClan be with you look.
Fireheart quickly entered Yellowfang's den, where she was playing like a kit with burdock root. She looked up, dropped the burdock root, and then stood up on all four paws, knocking over four piles of herbs. She glared at Fireheart.
"Who knocked those herb piles over?" she snapped.
"Um, you did?" Fireheart mewed quietly.
"Medicine cats don't knock over herb piles!" hissed Yellowfang. "Anyway, Fireheart, I have something to tell you." She threw a couple juniper berries at his pelt, some of the soft ones staining his pelt of flames.
"What is it, Yellowfang?" he asked.
"I'm getting to it, you helpless kit!" she growled, licking his ear with motherly affection. "You know, ever since I got to know you, you've been like a son to me." She licked his ear again for emphasis.
"Really?" Fireheart meowed, surprised. He twitched his ears.
"Yes, the son I've always wanted. The perfect kit I never had," Yellowfang purred, staring at a little bundle of yarrow. "Fireheart, I love you. Like a mother loves her kits." She leaned against him and began drooling.
At that point, Fireheart caught the scent of catnip, which, if he hadn't been so freaked out, he would've noticed earlier.
"Well…I love you like a kit loves his mother. Now, let's get you to your nest…" Fireheart trailed off.
"No, no! I gotta tell the Clan how I feel, my kit," she mewed, licking Fireheart's head. Fireheart's eyes widened.
"Oh, Yellowfang, you don't need to-" he began, but didn't get to finish, as Yellowfang toppled out of her den.
"Hey, Clan!" Yellowfang caterwauled. Several cats turned to the old medicine cat, and Bluestar came out of her den to see what Yellowfang was making a scene about. She twitched her ears with amusement at the look on Yellowfang's face.
"Um, Yellowfang, please…" Fireheart meowed quietly.
"I love Firestar!" yowled Yellowfang proudly. "Like a kit, not like a mate. He's like, the bestest son, ever!"
"I don't think 'bestest' is a word, Yellowfang," purred Bluestar, smelling Yellowfang's catnip on her fur. "Come, let's take you back to your nest."
And so, Fireheart and Bluestar finally got Yellowfang to her nest, which had herbs scattered in it. Bluestar had Cinderpaw (Who Yellowfang proclaimed was like a daughter to her before she fell asleep) tidy up the herbs.