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Chapter 10
Whiskers flattened her ears as she inspected Night's wounds on his belly. She didn't know what they were, or how they came to be there, but they looked vicious. Only a heartless cat would do something like this. She sniffed the crisscross shapes on Night; there was a faint scent of BloodClan, and something else she couldn't figure out. She recoiled in disgust. Once he woke up, she'd ask him who did this.
Whiskers padded over to Mist and nudged her with her nose. Mist used to live in a twoleg nest with many herbs all around; she would know what herbs to get to help Night from the small garden in the corner of their hole. Mist opened one eye. "What is it Whiskers?"
"Come look at this," Whiskers mewed, and let Mist over to Night. Mist's eyes widened as she saw the damage to Night's belly and mewed, "Wait here." She padded to a far corner of the small cavern. Whiskers looked at her, carefully noting what herbs she was picking. As Mist padded back, she lay some leaves in front of Whiskers. "This is dock. It'll help his wounds heal. Chew it, the spread it onto his scratches." Whiskers did so, chewing and spitting out the pulp of the dock onto the slashes that Night had received. She worked her paws over the scratches, careful not to let any more pressure then needed on them.
Whiskers stepped back, looking at Night. "What do you think happened? Do you think a BloodClan warrior ambushed him?"
Mist shook her head. "That doesn't make any sense. If they had, why would they just hurt Night? And we would hear them. It must be something else, but for now, you should let him sleep. Sleep is a key ingredient to healing anything." With that, Mist brushed her tail against Whiskers' nose and padded back to her nest made out of nettles and promptly fell asleep.
Whiskers felt very tired. She took a couple weary steps, and sat down next to Night. No matter how comforting Mist's words were, she couldn't shake the feeling that BloodClan had done this, somehow. She didn't want Night, or anyone else, to fall asleep one night and wake up ambushed.
She lie down, facing the entrance, and closed her eyes, willing for sleep to come. It wouldn't. She heaved a sigh. Suddenly, she caught the scent of a cat coming through the entrance. She opened her eyes a slit and watched as the lean figure of a cat slipped through the narrow passageway. Whiskers caught her breath; The cat entering was a creamy colored cat with brown paws, tail tip and snout, the same one that had warned Night before he set out to look for Patch and herself. It was Cookie.
What was Cookie doing? Was he gone for a long time? Perhaps he had been hunting, but Whiskers doubted it; There wasn't any scent of prey at all. She stood and stretched, feigning a yawn. Cookie stopped in his tracks and shot a look at Whiskers. She walked up to him, planning on confronting him head on.
"Hi, Cookie. Where've you been? It's really early. Sunrise has got a few hours to go," she mewed. Cookie looked bewildered; Whatever he was doing, he hadn't planned on getting caught. However, the confused look disappeared from his face in an instant, and he recomposed himself.
"Hi, Whiskers. I was just making dirt," he replied coolly. Whiskers knew in a heartbeat that wasn't true; His scent was more than just the dirtplace. However, Whiskers didn't pry. "Okay," she replied, equally calm, and settled down again to sleep. Whatever Cookie had really been doing, it could wait until tomorrow, along with whatever hurt Night. With that thought, she curled up next to night and fell into a deep sleep.