A bout of Green-cough was plaguing the Clan and Bluestar was sick with White-cough. Spottedleaf raced around her den, trying to find the Catnip. Why don't I have any? She gathered some Feverfew. She chewed it into a poultice as she dashed to the Leader's den.
"Well hello there, Spottedleaf." Bluestar meowed feebly as Spottedleaf noticed how thin Bluestar was.
"Bluestar, you're worse than yesterday! I don't think that this is merely White-cough. You had better eat these herbs."
"No, save them for the kits. They need it more than I do."
"No they don't Bluestar! I'm the Medicine cat and I'm commanding you to eat this!" Spottedleaf growled through gritted teeth.
Bluestar gave in and gulped down the Feverfew mash as her thin frame shook with another cough.
"I have a request from Tigerclaw, he wants to meet you at Sun-down near the Thunderpath. Since you're unable to do that, I'll send another."
"Sure." Bluestar wheezed.
Spottedleaf left the den of the ill leader. Who should I send instead? Cinderpaw? I need to look for herbs though, and I was thinking about sending her and Fireheart with me. Sandstorm? Yes, she'll do.
"Sandstorm? Can you come here, please. Bluestar has an errand that she can't do. Could you meet Tigerclaw at Sun-down?"
"Who, me? Oh, yeah. Sure." Sandstorm replied as she sat down to gnaw on a bird.
"Fireheart, Cinderpaw, I need your help to gather some Catnip. Will you come?"
"Yeah! What do you think, Cinderpaw?"
"I'll do anything to help my Clan!"
"That's my 'paw. Let's get going now, the sun's going to set soon."
Spottedleaf purred as they set out to find herbs.