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As soon as the toms got Nightpaw into the nest, Dapplepaw sat beside her sleeping friend. Tears welled up and fell onto Nightpaw's soft fur. Nightpaw's pelt was soon soaked by salty tears, her fur sticking to her thin form. Soon, Graystorm came in and checked her wound. It smelled strange. Deadly even. Yarrow was needed. The only place that Windclan was friendly with and that actually had the flowering plant was Thunderclan.
"I guess I will have to travel to Thunderclan. Oh well, it can't be helped." Graystorm said quietly. He padded out of his den and to the leader's.
This will be following Graystorm and Mudpaw for a while.
As Graystorm was walking towards the leader's den, he saw small search parties forming, most likely to find Bramblepaw. Sootpaw and his brother plus a warrior named Swiftfeather. Leafpool, Swiftleg, and Featherheart. The last party was made up of Dapplepaw, Stormfur, Crowpaw and Featherpaw. He thought it was strange that the third party was so large. Then, however, Crowpaw padded away, waving his tail in good luck to them all. It made more sense to Graystorm that Stormfur would take two, well behaved apprentices and not a reckless one like Crowpaw. Graystorm waved a 'Hello' to them with his tail. Leafpool, Featherpaw, and Dapplepaw all waved back. The older warriors, though nodded in reply. Graystorm continued on his way to Crowstar's den. Once he got there, he heard the soft whispers of Crowstar and Leafpool muttering to themselves.
"Hello? Can I come in?" Graystorm asked/yelled into the den. He heard shuffling. Leafpool appeared at the door and invited Graystorm inside.
"Yes? What is it?" Asked Crowstar. Graystorm bowed his head to his leader. The leader blinked, signaling for him to talk.
"I will have to retrieve yarrow from Thunderclan. I would like to get your okay on this subject, though if you say no, I might just sneak off and grab the yarrow without you even knowing." Graystorm said in a joking way, all the time having a stupid smirk on his face. Crowstar just smirked back and replied with: "You have my permission, but if there is any trouble, return right away. Don't go stealing forbidden kisses with anyone either." Crowstar replied mockingly. The two grinned at each other while Leafpool just rolled her eyes at the two's stupidity.
"You two would do anything to start a feud with each other, wouldn't you?" Leafpool asked sarcastically. The two, having completely forgotten about the she-cat standing beside them, stared at her until Graystorm answered her question.
"Oh, my, I would never want to start a fight with the all powerful leader, Crowstar!" Graystorm replied with an edge of sarcasm laced into his voice, drifting around the leader for a few moments until he realized that his dear medicine cat was mocking him.
"Hey! I'm great and you know it!" Crowstar said. Leafpool rolled her eyes, but had a small smile on her muzzle.
"You should probably get going before you will have to return in the dark." Leafpool warned the medicine cat. Graystorm nodded and ran out of the den, flicking his tail to say goodbye. He trotted to the entrance of camp and told the guards of his travel into the other clan's territory. They nodded and let the cat go on.
This will be following Dapplepaw
Dapplepaw sniffed the air, slightly opening her mouth to let the scents flow into her mouth. She smelled rabbit. Nearby. About a fox length away from her, in the direction of a small bush. She crouched, ready to pounce, when an excited Featherpaw flew onto her back.
"Dapplepaw! Dapplepaw! Listen!" She exclaimed into her friend's ear. Dapplepaw heard rustling, sniffling, and a small crying voice. Bramblepaw. It definitely smelled like a clan mate. She scanned the horizon and saw a brush grove, rustling softly. The two she-cats padded softly toward the brush, waiting for the cat to reveal himself. They waited for eight minutes, but the cat never came out.
"Bramblepaw? Are you in there?" Dapplepaw asked. More sniffling.
"I-i'm in here." Bramblepaw squawked, sounding congested. He limped out. His paw had a large thorn stuck into it. The she-cats gasped and rushed toward Bramblepaw.
"What happened?!" Featherpaw asked, surprised.
"I-i ran over a thistle and a thorn got stuck in my paw." Bramblepaw stuttered. Featherpaw nodded to Dapplepaw to take one of Bramblepaw's shoulders and she would take the other. Dapplepaw replied with a nod. The three cats headed back toward the camp, completely forgetting about Stormfur.
Once the cats were back at the camp, they saw Stormfur waiting for them at the fresh-kill pile.
"Where did you two go?! I was so worried!" Stormfur bellowed, causing some cats to turn and stare. Stormfur looked nervous.
"Sorry." Stormfur said.
"We found Bramblepaw... If that matters..." Featherpaw said shyly. Stormfur's eyes widened and he glanced towards the bramble-colored cat.
"Oh, my, Lanta..." Stormfur said, amazed.
"I will report this to Crowstar right now. Go feed the elders, then get yourself some food." Stormfur commanded. The girls nodded and took Bramblepaw to Mudpaw and Graystorm's den.
"What happened to you?" Mudpaw asked.
"I-i ran over a thorn," Bramblepaw replied. Mudpaw nodded and took the cat inside and began working on removing the thorn. The two she-cats padded out of the den and took some food to the elders, then grabbed a rabbit to share. They sat down and began nibbling.
Following Graystorm Again
Graystorm followed the patrol of Thunderclan cats into the newly rebuilt camp. Previously, a big family of foxes came and completely trashed the camp. The cats of Windclan and Thunderclan worked together to rebuild the camp, sadly, Graystorm couldn't come because he had a pregnant cat to care for. He surveyed the camp, spying the other medicine cat, Cherrywillow, who was cleaning a small scratch. She looked up and smiled, waving her tail in greeting. He waved back, smiling all the time. Her pelt shined in the late afternoon.
"This way, please." The patrol leader said. Graystorm nodded and continued on. Once they got to the leader's den, one of the patrol cats called.
"Foxstar! Are you in there?" She called. A cat with a pelt the color and shape of a fox walks out and greets the cats.
"Ah! Graystorm! Welcome!" Foxstar exclaimed to his old friend. Graystorm bowed and grinned widely.
"Hello, Foxstar! Nice to see you again! Sadly, it's not on very good circumstances." Graystorm said, dropping his smile at the end.
"Whatever do you mean?" Foxstar asked, clearly confused.
"It appears that I need some yarrow." Graystorm said to the fox-like cat. Foxstar blinked.
"Why do you need yarrow?" Foxstar asked. Graystorm shook his head.
"One of our apprentices has gotten poisoned. We have no idea by who or why." Graystorm replied, his eyes drawn on the floor. Foxstar suddenly had an interest in his paws, staring at them.
"Well... We don't want them dying, now do we?" Foxstar replied, cheerfully. Foxstar waved over a young apprentice.
"This is Brackenpaw. He's almost a warrior. Just one more moon." Foxstar then turned toward Brackenpaw. "Brackenpaw, will you ask Lilyeyes if she wants to go on a mission with you for me?" Brackenpaw nodded and ran towards the fair-pelted she-cat. Some quiet whispering was heard. Lilyeyes and Brackenpaw both padded towards the guest and their leader. Lilyeyes agreed to the mission.
"Good! Good! Now, please go off and find some yarrow. Thank you!" Foxstar replied to the agreement. The two cats padded off into the entrance of the camp. Graystorm suggested that they might have a bite to eat while they chat. Foxstar agreed and they trotted towards the fresh-kill pile and grabbed a mouse to share.
Hello! It's been a while, hasn't it... I'm sorry for updating so randomly, but my life is pretty busy lately. I will try my best to update maybe every other week... Umm... but, again, I cant promise anything.
Well, I love you all, and see you in a week! 3