Well, this chapter is a little bit longer. I didn't realize how short the chappies were!
"Leopardpaw is getting worse! I think she is on her way to Starclan." Feathersong cried.
As soon as Goldenpaw sprang to her side, Mossclaw was running in to the den with the speed of Leopardclan, not stopping until she was licking her foster kit's face over and over, as if that could heal her. Leopardpaw was twitching violently, and her pelt was burning hot.
Only a minute later, Russetpaw and WIldfur were entering anxiously, and began to share tongues with Leopardpaw.
Feathersong stood back solemnly, Pinepaw following her. Goldenpaw felt a flash of fury. Would they just let her sister die? She shouted at them, "Don't you care about your clan? Are you just going to stand there while she joins Starclan without even a poppy seed! Maybe I'll have to go get her one myself!" Goldenpaw raced toward the stores of herbs,
Goldenpaw desperately wanted to help, but she had never been trained as a medicine cat. She tried to find out what the poppy seeds looked like, but emotion clouded her judgement, and she grabbed the first herb she saw. She crawled toward her dying sister and chewed up the herbs. Leopardpaw's breathing was shallower, she was moaning and crying. Goldenpaw had no idea if this was the right thing to do, but she didn't care. If it killed her, she would simply die faster. Miserably, she stuffed the herbs into Leopardpaw's gaping mouth with one small paw.
"That's yarrow! How will that help her?" Pinepaw protested, but she was silenced by a glare from Feathersong.
Leopardpaw immediately vomited, and her breathing became more relaxed. Feathersong gaped and cried, "Goldenpaw, feed her the rest!"
Goldenpaw obeyed, chewing up more yarrow so Leopardpaw vomited four more times. Goldenpaw couldn't see how a cat could have anything more in their belly, so she stopped. Leopardpaw's breathing returned to normal, and she uttered some of her first words of the day, "Tha- thanks, Goldenpaw."
Mossclaw began to purr very loudly, and the rest of the cats present did so too. Leopardpaw slowly went to sleep, but her flank was rising and falling, and her fever was going down.
Quickly, word spread throughout the camp that Leopardpaw was better, and Ravenwing bounded over in a few rabbit hops. Everyone was relieved and exhausted as they piled into their own dens, taking fresh-kill with them. Goldenpaw realized she hadn't eaten fresh-kill since yesterday afternoon, so she selected a thrush, plump considering it was leaf-bare, the winter snows having finally stopped falling. Duskpaw glared at her as she made her way to the tree stump, but she was in to good a mood to care. She slept soundly through the night for the first time in her apprenticeship.
"We were wrong, apparently. She had accidentally eaten a slow-acting poison. I have no idea how she took it, or what it was. I had never seen it before, but it might have grown down by the river. " Feathersong explained during the clan meeting that was called that morning.
"It was probably Riverclan, trying to poison us all!" White-eye called out. There was a murmur of nervousness, but Honeystar laughed. "How could Riverclan have
gotten to Leopardpaw?"
Leopardpaw was standing proudly by her sisters, her fur neatly groomed once again, looking as if nothing had happened to her. The tortoiseshell leader continued, "No, this was not the work of Riverclan. This problem was Thunderclan's, but now it is over. We will continue as normal."
Not much of a cliffie like last time, but it will suffice. Guess what new hurdle is coming Goldenpaw's way! The person who guesses right will get a cameo in the next chapter!