Sorry it's been so long but here is another on the way, just got to type it up.

Mothwing

Mothwing threw the fish onto the rocks before swiftly killing it with her claws. That was the third fish she'd caught very easily. It was as if the fish had no fear of the land. 'Stupid fish' she thought. She picked up the fresh kill and carried it back to the safe haven she currently stayed in.

It was a small cave, barely big enough for the cats there, but it was protected from wind and rain from hanging plants that had grown to hide the cave. Foxpaw of ThunderClan lay in a nest by the far wall, awake but tried. His shoulders had been wounded in such a way it was now merely a dead limb on his body. She had gotten the bleeding to stop but the shoulder was lost forever. He seemed to be out of harms way, infections was killed of by his time in the salty waters which had also helped stop the bleeding, somehow.

"You brought fish?" Foxpaw groaned in disappointment.

"It's the most plentiful prey around and good too." The RiverClan medicine cat replied.

"No mice or anything?" another groan.

"Not from a RiverClan cat. Eat up; you need all the strength you can get."

Sighing, the red lump of fur took a bite out of the fish, cringing as he swallowed the bitter flesh. "Yuck, how can you eat this?" Foxpaw muffled through the food.

"You'll learn to like to in time." This reply came from the black tom that lay in the nest next to the apprentice. "A RiverClan cat lives by the river, fish are from the river so we live by fish."

"I won't have to keep eating fish forever, will I Reedwhisker?" Foxpaw complained and whined.

"You might. If no other cats survived the storm, we have to stick together and you can't hunt the way you are now, young one." Reedwhisker voice softened as he spoke.

"Didn't survive? They had to of. The storm couldn't have killed all that many… could it?" Foxpaw seemed to shrink before their eyes. "What about Icepaw and Ferncloud, Dustpelt?"

"No, no, no, Foxpaw," Mothwing settled down beside the scarred apprentice and drew her tail over his shoulder carefully. "There is no reason to believe them dead just yet. If, I stress if they are gone, they still aren't gone for good. They'll be in StarClan, watching over you every day."

Foxpaw didn't look convinced but his eyes were dropping so much he didn't try to continue it right then.

"Sleep Foxpaw you need rest."

The ThunderClan tom obeyed. Soon his steady breathing filled the cave. Reed whisker finished his fish and got up to stretch and tried to walk.

"How's you leg?"

"Stiff, but it doesn't hurt too much any more." He meowed as she took another lap around the cave.

"Good, I have so few herbs I can't treat wounds well. I fear for Foxpaw's future."

"Do you think any more cats lived?" he steered the conversation away from the lonely tom.

"Some cats must have lived. I don't see how all of the clans could have been killed, but to be sure that a certain cat lived is too uncertain to even talk about."

"What about the sky?"

"That worries me, no stars could possible mean no StarClan… but I have no way to share with them to give an answer"

"If we could get to the cave of pointed stones, do you think you could share with them?"

"There's a small chance but we should get there anyway; cats will head there if they know it." Her voice held no certainty in it.

"You're right, but… we'll lose our food source."

"We will carry as much as we can. We'll move slowly anyway because of Foxpaw's wound."

"Right, then it's settled. We'll leave for the Cave of the Tribes tomorrow." A decision finally made.

"Tomorrow then." Mothwing agreed.

there it is! happy? Mothwing, still does not belive in StarClan don't worry, but she still has to play that card. now say byebye to the little group of three cus we wont be seeing them for a while. :)

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