AN: Okay, so discussing the stupidness of the name of this story- I originally planned to make a story highlighting two apprentices from each Clan. Unsure if that is still the plan. If so then the storylines would become rather repetitive. Anyways, if so, then each one would be named "Clan Chronicles- _Clan", thusly the stupid name I gave this story. Wow, I don't really know where I was going with that... :|

PS: I need reviews!

Ivypaw paced the camp perimeter, awaiting the return of the battle patrol. Birchleaf and Minnowclaw sat at the entrance to the camp, and Toadleap was crouched in the shadow of the Highrock. Echowhisper was seated in the opening to the nursery. She was the oldest nursery queen. She turned at the sound of a Russetwing's meow and left her post to retrieve a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. Meanwhile, the medicine cat, Woodflower, and her apprentice, Mistwind, were inconspicuous through the thick fern walls of the medicine cat clearing. Ivypaw could barely make out their voices.

"Poppy seed is used for…?" Woodflower was quizzing Mistwind on herb uses.

"Relieving pain and as a sleeping aid,"

"Very good… what about marigold?"

"Prevents infections and allows the wound to heal faster,"

"How do you apply it?"

"Lick the wound clean, then chew into a poultice and apply,"

"Excellent, now what do you do for a broken leg?" Ivypaw didn't hear Mistwind's answer. She was about halfway to the other side of the camp now, and far out of earshot. Once, when she was a tiny kit, she remembered she had wanted to pursue the life of a medicine cat. But all she could think of now was guarding the serene elements of her Clan. The innocent cats.

She inhaled the greenleaf air deeply and caught the tangy scent of blood. Sensing it too, Woodflower and Mistwind exited their den and waited, mouths full of various herbs, for the warriors to return from battle.

"Birchleaf, the warriors are returning!" Ivypaw shouted across the clearing. Her happiness faded quickly as she saw Lizardtail and Foxnose carrying her brother through the thorn entrance. Behind her she heard her mentor's voice-

"Woodflower!" but the medicine cat was already racing towards Lizardtail and Foxnose and the unconscious lump of fur between them.

"Hurry, take him in here," Woodflower led them inside her den. "Mistwind, take care of the others," Ivypaw saw Gorseheart and tried to decide whether or not to talk to her. She looked very aggravated at the injury of her son, and the other queens were trying to comfort her, so she decided against it.

"Ivypaw!" Tawnypaw's high-pitched sounded behind her, and she turned to look at her denmate. Cloudpaw was there too.

"What happened?"

"Well, we were attacking one of the badgers, and Weedpaw was there too, and he was distracting it so we could jump on it and he never saw its paw coming down. I'm sorry, I tried to warn him but it was too late. Then, when the badger fell, it fell down on top of him. I'm sorry, I tried to warn him, but…"

"Its okay Tawnypaw, I don't blame you," Tawnypaw nodded solemnly in return. "What happened then?" now Cloudpaw spoke.

"Then, your father killed it as it got back up, and then he and Foxnose carried him all the way back to camp." Just as Cloudpaw was finishing, Finchstar called all cats to the clearing. All of Ivypaw's clanmates were present, except Woodflower, Mistwind, and, of course, Weedpaw. Lizardtail and Foxnose came quietly out of the medicine cats' den.

"Cats of ThunderClan, we have become victorious over the badgers today!" a few cats cheered. "They have been driven out, and thanks to those apprentices who went and to Lizardtail, those badgers now know not to trifle with the cats of ThunderClan!" even more cats cheered. "However, the cost was terrible- Weedpaw has been struck by a badger's blow and is now in the medicine cat's den, unconscious. Tonight, as we feast, we will pray to StarClan that they will not to take this young cat's life," Finchstar bounded down from the summit of the Highrock as the returning warriors took first pick at their celebratory dinner. Ivypaw padded over to her father.

"How is he?" Lizardtail look down at her.

"Still unconscious. Woodflower isn't sure how long it'll take for him to wake up,"

"If he wakes up…" Ivypaw whispered. Her father wrapped his tabby-striped tail around her and rested his chin comfortingly on her head.

"He'll be alright, I know it."

AN: Phew, another chappie down!