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"StarClan be with you!" Mothwing called as Rowanclaw crossed the border into ShadowClan territory. The dark ginger tom breathed a sigh of relief through the leaved parcel; it was nothing personal, but he probably would have gone a lot faster if Mothwing hadn't been there. Anyway, he was worried about Tawnypelt.
By the time Rowanclaw reached the camp entrance, the ShadowClan warrior was thoroughly exhausted and out of breath.
"Thank StarClan!" Snowbird exclaimed as Rowanclaw dragged himself over to Littlecloud's den. "Her fever's gotten worse!" Rowanclaw's breath caught in his throat and he drew up the last of his energy and ran inside to see Littlecloud. The small tabby medicine cat was blocking the way to the more secluded part of the den where Tawnypelt was resting.
"I've got the feverfew, Littlecloud. How is she?" Littlecloud frowned and his blue eyes shadowed, even in the dim light of the medicine cat den.
"Thank you, I'll take it now." Littlecloud gingerly took the parcel and set it on the ground, mixing it with some herbs nearby. "You can leave now." Rowanclaw lashed his tail.
"Is that it?"
"There's nothing else you can do." Littlecloud gently and delicately rested his tail on the warrior's shoulder. "Why don't you go on a patrol?" Rowanclaw sighed and turned to leave; after all the sooner he left, the sooner Littlecloud could get to work.
